ROUND ONE: (16)Mr. J vs. (17)Witty - (WITTY WINS 6-2)

Witty · 01-16-2014, 09:23 PM

Exhausted and soaking, from being tossed in the ocean of thought
And I'm floating, loss of emotion is the cost of devotion
To the cause that I'm hoping will bring God to the broken
And though I'm agnostic, the notion keeps me walking
Through the smog and the smoke while I'm coughing and choking
Because...
Your version of life is my version of death
And the person who's right is the person who's left
So we curse and we fight, we surge and we fret
Get hurt and regret, apologize, reverse and reset
Rain is pouring, it's dark....they say that war is an art
The body a canvas, the bullet a heavy brush stroke that tore it apart
And though deplorable, our very nature is kill to survive
Taking the life of other children so your children can thrive
We only seem to focus on the physical side, we weep for the fallen
While those who still stand are wishing they'd died.

I stand and wait for the fight, as the day fades and gives way to the night
The moon's radiant light, reflecting off the blade of my knife
I see my face staring back, looking cold...pasty and white
I pray for my life, to one day be back in safety with my baby and wife
But there's no God to intervene, no man in the sky
All we have is scarred and splintered dreams, we've been abandoned, to die
We're a confused and bitter species, and the reason we hurt
Is because we have our minds in the heavens but our feet in the dirt
I see the injured lay bleeding, inert, I block the screams from my ears
Squeezing the tears back, telling myself there's no reason to fear
Though evil is here, and I'm weakened, feeble, and mere
I am not scared, I pursue, this is my fate and my essence
And though he's barely in view, I feel the weight of his presence
The moon over head in the shape of a crescent
Casting shadows that shapeshift, playing tricks on my eyes
As clouds gather to a fog that lays thick in the skies
I mount my dark horse, steeling my nerves as I climb the saddle
And my enemy let's out a cry that rattles through the night
It's time for the final battle.

Our claims to believe in peace, are tainted with evil deeds
Some claim that we're demons seeds, giving Satan his sweet release
The hate that we speak recedes the haven we seek
We pray for the meek, yet we pray on the weak
We're a race of hypocrites that evolution placed at it's peak
I cut my mind into sections, there's kindness, depression
The eye that turns blind at the sight of opression
I praise love yet I crave blood and mindless agression
We try to see the universe but not the truth because it truly hurts
But maybe we aren't crazy, and the truth's where our delusions lurk

This is a fight to the death...I throw a right, and a left
Then introduce my knife with a slice to his chest
I'm precise and I'm deft, concise and possessed
Determined with all my might to end the life of this pest
I strike the killer blow, the knife sinks into his spine
And as he lays there dying, I hear him whimper and whine
In his final moments, I see his innocence shine
I see the fear and the fright begin to smolder in his eyes
So I embrace the beast inside me and hold him 'til he dies.

01-16-2014, 09:23 PM	#3
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,978 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 85235118	Exhausted and soaking, from being tossed in the ocean of thought And I'm floating, loss of emotion is the cost of devotion To the cause that I'm hoping will bring God to the broken And though I'm agnostic, the notion keeps me walking Through the smog and the smoke while I'm coughing and choking Because... Your version of life is my version of death And the person who's right is the person who's left So we curse and we fight, we surge and we fret Get hurt and regret, apologize, reverse and reset Rain is pouring, it's dark....they say that war is an art The body a canvas, the bullet a heavy brush stroke that tore it apart And though deplorable, our very nature is kill to survive Taking the life of other children so your children can thrive We only seem to focus on the physical side, we weep for the fallen While those who still stand are wishing they'd died. I stand and wait for the fight, as the day fades and gives way to the night The moon's radiant light, reflecting off the blade of my knife I see my face staring back, looking cold...pasty and white I pray for my life, to one day be back in safety with my baby and wife But there's no God to intervene, no man in the sky All we have is scarred and splintered dreams, we've been abandoned, to die We're a confused and bitter species, and the reason we hurt Is because we have our minds in the heavens but our feet in the dirt I see the injured lay bleeding, inert, I block the screams from my ears Squeezing the tears back, telling myself there's no reason to fear Though evil is here, and I'm weakened, feeble, and mere I am not scared, I pursue, this is my fate and my essence And though he's barely in view, I feel the weight of his presence The moon over head in the shape of a crescent Casting shadows that shapeshift, playing tricks on my eyes As clouds gather to a fog that lays thick in the skies I mount my dark horse, steeling my nerves as I climb the saddle And my enemy let's out a cry that rattles through the night It's time for the final battle. Our claims to believe in peace, are tainted with evil deeds Some claim that we're demons seeds, giving Satan his sweet release The hate that we speak recedes the haven we seek We pray for the meek, yet we pray on the weak We're a race of hypocrites that evolution placed at it's peak I cut my mind into sections, there's kindness, depression The eye that turns blind at the sight of opression I praise love yet I crave blood and mindless agression We try to see the universe but not the truth because it truly hurts But maybe we aren't crazy, and the truth's where our delusions lurk This is a fight to the death...I throw a right, and a left Then introduce my knife with a slice to his chest I'm precise and I'm deft, concise and possessed Determined with all my might to end the life of this pest I strike the killer blow, the knife sinks into his spine And as he lays there dying, I hear him whimper and whine In his final moments, I see his innocence shine I see the fear and the fright begin to smolder in his eyes So I embrace the beast inside me and hold him 'til he dies. __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime.