WEEK V: Mr. J vs Innovator vs Razah[TIED 2-2]

Inno · 01-13-2018, 11:36 PM

This noose ties together a wretched disdain for life
Grip the rope seams tighter for the pain to contrive
Sweet surrender to the blackness of the soul’ core
Spilling blots of nothingness on to this canvas never more.
But he never sores from the cuts, yet he soars with each open door
That He hinges between sanities sake and reality’s break.
Everything’s at steak, while no one cares to relate.
A passer by, only by chance kind of guy real harmless
But a ghost between silhouettes, a shadow in darkness.
A naggin twitch gnawing at the back of your thoughts
Clawing deep into the catacombs of each sin you sought.
Remembering every detail you conveniently forget,
He’s a constant melody, the rhythm in your concerts plot.
The one pulling the strings until life becomes a knot.

Holding tight this noose holds life at both ends of it’s plight
On one end ascension, soaring inbetween the rays of light.
On the other guilt and shame, ridicule and disdain
Such fitting options for lost souls in the folds of their pain.
To waste life is profane, but who’s the one pointing out
Who to blame? Such is his game.

And so twisted is this frame we humans seek mortalities pleasures
Eternal life in the heavens avoiding death at all measures.
While the treasures we seek lay beside us in a heap
Mortality sighs with a satisfied grin
He knows most of us will never reach our potential
Becoming statistics to his whimsical whim.

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01-13-2018, 11:36 PM	#1
Inno Ad mini tator Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 10,025 Battle Record: 26-54 Champed - Lime Green Poetry Association - Black August - 1-2 Punch League Rep Power: 85899403	This noose ties together a wretched disdain for life Grip the rope seams tighter for the pain to contrive Sweet surrender to the blackness of the soul’ core Spilling blots of nothingness on to this canvas never more. But he never sores from the cuts, yet he soars with each open door That He hinges between sanities sake and reality’s break. Everything’s at steak, while no one cares to relate. A passer by, only by chance kind of guy real harmless But a ghost between silhouettes, a shadow in darkness. A naggin twitch gnawing at the back of your thoughts Clawing deep into the catacombs of each sin you sought. Remembering every detail you conveniently forget, He’s a constant melody, the rhythm in your concerts plot. The one pulling the strings until life becomes a knot. Holding tight this noose holds life at both ends of it’s plight On one end ascension, soaring inbetween the rays of light. On the other guilt and shame, ridicule and disdain Such fitting options for lost souls in the folds of their pain. To waste life is profane, but who’s the one pointing out Who to blame? Such is his game. And so twisted is this frame we humans seek mortalities pleasures Eternal life in the heavens avoiding death at all measures. While the treasures we seek lay beside us in a heap Mortality sighs with a satisfied grin He knows most of us will never reach our potential Becoming statistics to his whimsical whim.