WRITE WEEK #2

Geno · 08-08-2013, 07:14 PM

Vicious cycle spins out of control, the hibernating man climbs out of his hole
Flowers are thrown, the clock towers counting down, there's still hours to go
Cowardly souls cringe at the thought of the end, 2 seconds til all will be dead
The claw has been swept, clenched, church bells ring out to the calling of flesh
Old timers sing songs of a cult being blessed, when laws were already bent
A flaw we'd accept if we had'nt seen a future before, pure, wearing suits of valor
Before hard labor was the usual chore, nd people such as I loved musical stores
S'what the rewind revolution was for, to take us all back to a primitive time
Without rhythm and rhyme, when self descriptions were blind symptoms of crime
Wisdoms were wise, and the prisoners died, no trial, they were simply denied
Back when we were living a lie, and never knew this world would be lethal
Or girls could be equal, the hands on the clock seemed true, sorceries teaspoon
We would purposely lead doom to a person whos peaceful, say fuck it and ride
Til the last tears were cried, and our buckets were high, the cup served us wine
Back when Reverse took its time, we were still traveling on, it hadn't yet dawned
We hadn't lived long, not enogh to know that we would be disasterous, gone

08-08-2013, 07:14 PM	#10
Geno White Earl Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: Philly Cat. Posts: 12,354 Battle Record: 10-15 Accomplishments - Open Mic HOF (4x) Champed - Netcees Writers League - Write Week I - Write Week 8 Rep Power: 50036761	Vicious cycle spins out of control, the hibernating man climbs out of his hole Flowers are thrown, the clock towers counting down, there's still hours to go Cowardly souls cringe at the thought of the end, 2 seconds til all will be dead The claw has been swept, clenched, church bells ring out to the calling of flesh Old timers sing songs of a cult being blessed, when laws were already bent A flaw we'd accept if we had'nt seen a future before, pure, wearing suits of valor Before hard labor was the usual chore, nd people such as I loved musical stores S'what the rewind revolution was for, to take us all back to a primitive time Without rhythm and rhyme, when self descriptions were blind symptoms of crime Wisdoms were wise, and the prisoners died, no trial, they were simply denied Back when we were living a lie, and never knew this world would be lethal Or girls could be equal, the hands on the clock seemed true, sorceries teaspoon We would purposely lead doom to a person whos peaceful, say fuck it and ride Til the last tears were cried, and our buckets were high, the cup served us wine Back when Reverse took its time, we were still traveling on, it hadn't yet dawned We hadn't lived long, not enogh to know that we would be disasterous, gone __________________ *-A.bove T.he R.est* Last edited by Geno; 08-08-2013 at 07:22 PM.