ROUND TWO: (1)dead man vs. (17)Witty - (DEAD MAN WINS 5-0)

[Witty]

What is just to one man, will be unjust to another.

I'm captivated, my line of sight saturated in blinding light
Shining white, I'm fascinated yet encapsulated - I try to fight
Exasperated, tired from a journey I don't recall, cold and small
As rodents crawl at my feet, toes frozen, body broken - sprawled
Across the marble street, stained with blood and charred with heat
My heart defeated, the love that charged the beats lays starved
- depleted.

We dreamed of a place where there was freedom from hate
Where peace could abate grief, and the deceit could deflate
Hearts roared with faith that we'll know our place when we die
Angels playing our favourite song, not a note misplaced or awry
Falling asleep as the chorus fades, while auroras blaze in the sky
Wake on the even the coldest days to see the lotus raise by the side
Of the river, it's winter time and it's bitter, but not a sign of a shiver
We rejoice in delight, enjoying the sight of cherubs aligning their quivers
Knowing we never need to join in the fight.

Contorted in pain, trapped in a fortress where the torturous reign
Torches aflame, as I'm held down with force and restrained
My body scorched 'til I'm nothing more than a corpse with a brain
I feel no remorse yet I feign like I repent from my evil deeds
As demons breathe down my neck, ignoring my reprieval pleas
They rip the skin from my bone, as their King sits on his throne
Prisoners prone; bowing before being tossed in the pit, a pitiful zone
Where the miserable moan and wither....alone
Now, with my body stripped and beaten, whipped and bleeding
This wicked cretin convinced that treason is my sin, I'm pleading
"I give in, my soul is shattered and my limbs are weakened"
But my pleas are ignored, while the murderous glow
Of Satan's eyes, blaze, as I'm tossed into the furnace below.

There may be justice in death, but it's based on the law of the land
And I was disgusting at best, nothing, a pest that God hadn't planned
I was a sinner in life, and I'm a sinner in death
Now I whimper regret....while I simmer and sweat
We were heathen beasts, the sweet release of death; Our key to peace
Our sea of grief was supposed to wash up on the shores of eternal bliss
Now I face the churning whip of the flame and its burning kiss
And just before it hits, I see my lovers face turn to me
Troubled, crazed...a struggle, laced with uncertainty
And blow him a final kiss, before we are both covered in flames for eternity