Week 12: 7. Johnathan Mercy (2-2) vs. 8. Soulstice (1-2) \\ Johnathan Mercy wins 6-2

[Three-Planes-Aligned]

From 0 to FUTURE

It fuels alacrity inducing drive in our crude anatomy
- The melody of moody malady moves with gravity
Such is Her music: a soothing rhapsody
oozing gradually - through reality
And even though we know Her inhuman vanity
We stay to bask - in Her beauty, anxiously
Watching the darkness grow to harvest souls
- because in our hearts we know we're spooning tragedy
Turning the fruits and legacy of lucid faculties
- into clouds of smoke and toothless fallacies
Yet we approve this happily... eerily game
- Because delirium reigns in this ruthless galaxy
with resolution rooted in the material plane
- growing in soil of an inferior grade
The bearer of change engineering our fates
- The draining embrace of our mysterious dame

She is rampant entropy;
- A phantom entity of vast complexity
And while we cocaine-addled mammals helplessly,
try to recapture our mental balance chemically
She'll show her outstanding lack of empathy
- and ravage destinies faster than you can whack a Kennedy
Chaos in the guise of apparent symmetry
slashing with brevity through our sarcastic pleasantries
in Her totality with iron cast integrity
fanatic enmity and volcanic ecstasy
turning living memories into ashes endlessly
- and eager tributes into unhappy elegies
When she offers Her hand we buck and recoil
obstruct and avoid - to finally grasp it desperately
What you'll find in her destructive clutches is joy
- something to nothing touched by the void

She will chase you forever
till you surrender and accept you will be aging together
Resplendent like an amethyst,
- She's our existential catalyst with confrontational temper
She's expectant - so we accept her rage and displeasure
- and look away when she goes on the occasional bender