Week 1: NYCSPITZ vs. Objective [NYCSPITZ wins, 9-1.]

[NYCSPITZ]

a lone leper scurries hurriedly 'cross the desolate square
uncovers a manhole - he descends into the mess of his lair
sewage flow and rats precede his now militant stride...
quicken pace - he's the strongest evil magician alive.
listen with eyes: his shit'll cross, criss and divide
the lavish chamber's green globe glows - Viridian's Eye
raising his hands to the heavens, a question arises
fuck humanity, but...will the weapon survive this --???

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Monks black robed: distanced by miles atop of the globe
encircle an enormous pentagram - they begin chanting in possible code
their arms spread in perfect synchronistic domino mode
swearing allegiance to the Death Society's Jeronimo Oath...
The fierce winds stop: something penetrates the tundra and silence
it's intangible in the air - the promise of plunder and violence.
clouds block satellite views as fires form on the icy surface
with a cloak's swish - they disappear with a delighted purpose.

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A mother nurtures her baby as her husband stands with the crewmen in deck
chilling in underground caves - the final vestiges of humanity left
where there's a will there's a way. A single purpose keeps their vanity checked
They fled here, to Pangea's Womb when sanity left.
seventy million strong! These submerged bubbles below bellow the heritage
Their leader talks to them now, these humans rapt in their skeletal variance
a man scurries to the curtain. wiping his sly face clean, he takes the pedestal arrogant...
as he subliminally flashes pentagrams and ancients oaths; he's feral in management
wearing a grim face on the telescreen, he starts to seethe...


"My fellow Americans."





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