WK2: Malachi (0-1) VS. Coup (0-1) [COUP WINS, 9-0.]

Coup · 02-22-2013, 01:21 PM

I stand favored, a girl in a world run by mimes
Under a lemon sky, lime swirling to dye my mind
Colors and sty, pigs in my eye yet I peel the swine
I cry at my hurt, feel the pangs of living in sickness
Twisted up and evicted in this ditch with little forgiveness
Tears of peppermint trace my cheek down fields of rye
Wet yellow poppy scent, toxins turn the wheels of sky
I'm seeking signs, the hour of day I will die...
Finding me is a Power up on High, cold fire in cold fry
But in between a gulf is fixed, an invisible memo of strife
Separating a Kingdom above from the divisible life of lice
I can't sow one to the other except I slow my pulse
Know the heart in heaven or discard this flesh as dross

My walk is called the narrow way, revealing my wounds
By telling the truth as to heal so many hives of ooze
walk in these shoes, feel the amber heart of a dragon
Be a girl interrupted gone phantom, picking apples of Adam
Be the crossroads, see gates of the Great Kingdom
Be trial, be tribulation. Rooted fruits of wisdom
Your glory awaits if you endure to the very end of ends
See tears dried, minds renew, the dead begin to ascend
See what I see standing here in the valley of dry bones
A microphone explodes, no trump silences what is sown...

I stand favored with this knowledge, lamb to lions
Very hungry for the slaughter dawning a horizon
(Power to deliver the soul with a homage up Zion)
With it I see sack cloth and ash, fire and black
One million birds circling the great wrath of Man
The seas of crimson swelling blood upon empire
Vampires in open sun dipped in mud and mire
I see decay of Kings and the squeal of Queens
Wroth kindled, with no meaning of these things
Facing a mirror against their tax and terror
In their mind as medicine, cut by axes and error
I see twenty thousand ill forgotten soldiers
Adopted by the Angel Gabriel, given holsters
Free at last, a triumph riding on his shoulders
Waring against the whore, the Satan of lies
The scared fleeing the vacuum of his eyes

I see the Kingdom come with Jacob's banner
I drop my daggers, climbing up his ladder
I close my eyes and forget the past
I held my peace and the die is cast

In between a gulf is closed
An invisible memo of strife
A begotten Kingdom above
Separating this wicked life of lice
Given to seekers of might and life

Amen.

02-22-2013, 01:21 PM	#5
Coup Don't believe the hype Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 572 Battle Record: 4-5 Rep Power: 0	I stand favored, a girl in a world run by mimes Under a lemon sky, lime swirling to dye my mind Colors and sty, pigs in my eye yet I peel the swine I cry at my hurt, feel the pangs of living in sickness Twisted up and evicted in this ditch with little forgiveness Tears of peppermint trace my cheek down fields of rye Wet yellow poppy scent, toxins turn the wheels of sky I'm seeking signs, the hour of day I will die... Finding me is a Power up on High, cold fire in cold fry But in between a gulf is fixed, an invisible memo of strife Separating a Kingdom above from the divisible life of lice I can't sow one to the other except I slow my pulse Know the heart in heaven or discard this flesh as dross My walk is called the narrow way, revealing my wounds By telling the truth as to heal so many hives of ooze walk in these shoes, feel the amber heart of a dragon Be a girl interrupted gone phantom, picking apples of Adam Be the crossroads, see gates of the Great Kingdom Be trial, be tribulation. Rooted fruits of wisdom Your glory awaits if you endure to the very end of ends See tears dried, minds renew, the dead begin to ascend See what I see standing here in the valley of dry bones A microphone explodes, no trump silences what is sown... I stand favored with this knowledge, lamb to lions Very hungry for the slaughter dawning a horizon (Power to deliver the soul with a homage up Zion) With it I see sack cloth and ash, fire and black One million birds circling the great wrath of Man The seas of crimson swelling blood upon empire Vampires in open sun dipped in mud and mire I see decay of Kings and the squeal of Queens Wroth kindled, with no meaning of these things Facing a mirror against their tax and terror In their mind as medicine, cut by axes and error I see twenty thousand ill forgotten soldiers Adopted by the Angel Gabriel, given holsters Free at last, a triumph riding on his shoulders Waring against the whore, the Satan of lies The scared fleeing the vacuum of his eyes I see the Kingdom come with Jacob's banner I drop my daggers, climbing up his ladder I close my eyes and forget the past I held my peace and the die is cast In between a gulf is closed An invisible memo of strife A begotten Kingdom above Separating this wicked life of lice Given to seekers of might and life Amen.