WEEK 6: Ender vs Sinacog 8-0 ENDER WINS

Ender · 05-02-2020, 11:26 AM

Lying my head on my arms, feeling weak and alone
I'm enduring life on my own, no family to keep me at home
And I'm prone to spending nights here blacking out
Really attacking my liver, the victor never in doubt
Moping about, wasting all my meaningless days
Endless malaise, feel like I've always been in this haze
Pressed in a maze, until in a blaze HE arrived at the bar
He's a shining star, bringing light I've been deprived so far
I felt revived like I'd died and he shocked me to life
Stopped my strife and all we'd done was locked eyes
Then I decide to try to go and chat with the guy
Ohh but why, I'm in front of him and suddenly shy
Praying to die because now I can't seem to speak
Humiliatingly weak, silent, but clearly an extreme freak
Entropy will keep me from breaking out of this funk
Like a punk I start to turn away, quaking like a drunk
Except he talked to me first, like we were old mates
States "Come on, you need to remember we control our fates"
Lumbered away, never even looked back
Understood it's a trap, you can get hooked on that
Course I followed him, his charisma was magnetic
I couldn't help it, I felt like a prisoner, kinda pathetic
Frenetically trying to keep pace, he turned down a dark lane
Enthusiastically I do the same for reasons I can't explain
Right by a drain he stops, standing over a sleeping bum
Speaking to me "Father Tom, his crime was keeping mum
All those kids came to the Church, they were under his care
Told nobody what he knew the other priests were doing there"
A knife was in his hand, then in mine before I was hardly aware
Never knew who he was, gave me the choice between hope and despair

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05-02-2020, 11:26 AM	#3
Ender Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2017 Posts: 118 Battle Record: 5-12 Rep Power: 247411	Lying my head on my arms, feeling weak and alone I'm enduring life on my own, no family to keep me at home And I'm prone to spending nights here blacking out Really attacking my liver, the victor never in doubt Moping about, wasting all my meaningless days Endless malaise, feel like I've always been in this haze Pressed in a maze, until in a blaze HE arrived at the bar He's a shining star, bringing light I've been deprived so far I felt revived like I'd died and he shocked me to life Stopped my strife and all we'd done was locked eyes Then I decide to try to go and chat with the guy Ohh but why, I'm in front of him and suddenly shy Praying to die because now I can't seem to speak Humiliatingly weak, silent, but clearly an extreme freak Entropy will keep me from breaking out of this funk Like a punk I start to turn away, quaking like a drunk Except he talked to me first, like we were old mates States "Come on, you need to remember we control our fates" Lumbered away, never even looked back Understood it's a trap, you can get hooked on that Course I followed him, his charisma was magnetic I couldn't help it, I felt like a prisoner, kinda pathetic Frenetically trying to keep pace, he turned down a dark lane Enthusiastically I do the same for reasons I can't explain Right by a drain he stops, standing over a sleeping bum Speaking to me "Father Tom, his crime was keeping mum All those kids came to the Church, they were under his care Told nobody what he knew the other priests were doing there" A knife was in his hand, then in mine before I was hardly aware Never knew who he was, gave me the choice between hope and despair