WRITE WEEK #3

e11even · 10-30-2013, 02:52 AM

Don't cross me. Though I have the mellowest soul...
Crevices glow- bright core through this melanin shown.
Sons shine for me, tell this to the weapons they've drawn.
They wanna dig through and pick treasures I cherish alone.
Let it be known, I chose not to be found. I set it in stone,
But every season round I have ta prove it, burying bones.
The code is to leave me atoned and heated...
though opposed, they mean I hone the glow and heat it.
So my homies that need a home, I unfold the seatings,
And if you don't belong, a bad weekend's unloaded, repeated.
Til the vultures come see it, gawking and laughing, then eat it.
You can pass for a genius, nap- and your cast is depleted.
I have mastered the meanest attack on your grasp on reality. It's
not whether you make it, but can you make it home in less than more than one pieces?
Morbidly facetious, indeed it's. Forward that notion to Jesus...
Because, when approaching mid-hangover, your wolf pack's gonna need it.

10-30-2013, 02:52 AM	#6
e11even V.V Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: . Posts: 2,076 Battle Record: 31-20 Rep Power: 6247259	Desert Your Tripping. Don't cross me. Though I have the mellowest soul... Crevices glow- bright core through this melanin shown. Sons shine for me, tell this to the weapons they've drawn. They wanna dig through and pick treasures I cherish alone. Let it be known, I chose not to be found. I set it in stone, But every season round I have ta prove it, burying bones. The code is to leave me atoned and heated... though opposed, they mean I hone the glow and heat it. So my homies that need a home, I unfold the seatings, And if you don't belong, a bad weekend's unloaded, repeated. Til the vultures come see it, gawking and laughing, then eat it. You can pass for a genius, nap- and your cast is depleted. I have mastered the meanest attack on your grasp on reality. It's not whether you make it, but can you make it home in less than more than one pieces? Morbidly facetious, indeed it's. Forward that notion to Jesus... Because, when approaching mid-hangover, your wolf pack's gonna need it. __________________ Ahem.