Rakontur vs Flo Real - RAK 4-1

Flow · 10-14-2015, 04:01 PM

Aladdins Journal
The 4th night of winter

I awake in the cave with a splinter, from the door littered with shards of failed attempts
of bandits to hack through the glittering wooden defence with little success
The mess is nothing comparred to the rough finger nail marks in the wall
These bandits were stalled, but by more then that of the door isnt something that i could recall
Brushing off the dust thats accumilated from legions of dreams that were crushed
I haul my axe up and i thrust, smashing through it at last i eye a corner with lust
Behind the corner is a mystery, it could be a nightmare or it could be the gift of a wish
I lunge and plunge in to the cold abyss, my lungs fill with ice an release heat with a hiss
Skin instantly sodden, this isnt ground... trodden by those without whiskey based potions
After the vigorous motions of panic, im flacid from lactic acid waving me down like the oceans
There must of been a trap door in the floor thats deceived me... wait... i am bleeding
Before i can check the gash in my stomach, i feel im being directed by the most relentless of currents
I have lost all assurance since the loss of the feel of solid earth beneath me
But my endurance and patience is paying as i see a scamper of light, its the lamp of the genie
I allow this generous stream guide me to the dream i once shared with those that did fall
Originally shivered but actually this river is less cold and more cool, soon it will be winner takes all

Then aladdin died. Thats the end. Fuck you.

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10-14-2015, 04:01 PM	#3
Flow Upset Champion Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: West Mids Posts: 3,861 Battle Record: 57-49 Accomplishments - 50 Wins Champed - BA Rookie Tourney - 1-2 Punch League (x2) - Pandemonium Cypher - 1-2 Punch league Season 9 Rep Power: 24894581	Aladdins Journal The 4th night of winter I awake in the cave with a splinter, from the door littered with shards of failed attempts of bandits to hack through the glittering wooden defence with little success The mess is nothing comparred to the rough finger nail marks in the wall These bandits were stalled, but by more then that of the door isnt something that i could recall Brushing off the dust thats accumilated from legions of dreams that were crushed I haul my axe up and i thrust, smashing through it at last i eye a corner with lust Behind the corner is a mystery, it could be a nightmare or it could be the gift of a wish I lunge and plunge in to the cold abyss, my lungs fill with ice an release heat with a hiss Skin instantly sodden, this isnt ground... trodden by those without whiskey based potions After the vigorous motions of panic, im flacid from lactic acid waving me down like the oceans There must of been a trap door in the floor thats deceived me... wait... i am bleeding Before i can check the gash in my stomach, i feel im being directed by the most relentless of currents I have lost all assurance since the loss of the feel of solid earth beneath me But my endurance and patience is paying as i see a scamper of light, its the lamp of the genie I allow this generous stream guide me to the dream i once shared with those that did fall Originally shivered but actually this river is less cold and more cool, soon it will be winner takes all Then aladdin died. Thats the end. Fuck you.