WEEK SEVEN: BROKENHAL0 0-1 vs CANDY 1-4 HAL0 WINS

[Candy]

..the sun sonned..

a sonnet from my baby bonnet, my skull splits
low brow lulls swell and break through old told rifts
rafts of keep me afloat from colour purple
hurdle and harness the curfew of heard you
i paint and splish splash within clouds of ash
never letting my brush bash the lost trash
of yesterday surrounding, loud noises pounding
virgins vomit honest interpretation promise
the wired wisdom forget wordsmiths comments
work loads reload and fire backfire to drink
the thought of think stings and lift with each blink
a prism of prison's pensioned in pink portions
ink in fortune stored for future torment
rise and fall by the sun of moon orphaned
the hands of god felt up to down in caution
the clouds they morph in the torrents to its crash
so brass if i fell to the grass the sound would be cash
walked the ladder of olden to golden now just smashed
its a lil diddy but it thrashed til collapsed
i must step down for the new growth approaching
through snow and hail, the rain drops still roasting
i dance on a peg so immortal it ascends
my position of prop for all my meats end
the time has come the walrus said to die where i lift
in disorder sure of the long life i lived

one step down from perfection and force worked
now i rest on a seabed of once sure hurt
so bye, the last stroke of a genius choked
i am only happy unknown for the tale untold

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