Week 2: Cereal_Killa (1-0) vs. patrown (1-0) \\ patrown wins 6-0

[patrown]

always speak the truth and find meaning inside,
since reason's the reason we perceive with our mind,
leave behind an allegiance to pride first.
when the times worsen, our shine blurs ends and beginnings,
life flies off blind curves into dead endings at high speed,
in time, greed's your only enemy, or the reason you succeed,
beware the lonely life of men with vision who've never seen,
ones who change their own truth to fill missing pieces of a scheme,
where life's a void, devoid of meaning, teeming with serpents,
slithering to polish the sheen of evil purpose across platinum thrones,
swarming and adorning every corner of land like fossilized stone,
they absorb all it gives, then waste away to die with no home,
while the tide of the known reaches its limits safely,
our eroding shores of finite proportion are wasting away,
like grey coral absorbing tones of stray floral pollen,
wash clean again in the storm, this is our life cycle's autumn,
as our last days increase, years of the lifespan climb to the sky,
leaving us swallowed inside our manifested infectious destiny,
warn down and digested, in season, we play a part in our recipe.
Stan was thirty two, obeyed dirty rules,
fueled with dirty jewels, his aura's crystalline kryptonite,
a human formed in a missile pointed at society's feet,
trying to outlast the man crashed, born to meet peace, a moment of grief.
he fomented release in a spiritual fashion, Randy's passion was yoga,
smart like a six two yoda, three hundred pounds and shaped like a brick,
he braved burning buildings and saved children in melted kicks,
leaped through fire and embraced life like it was forged by his will,
and of course he was killed by a man who force fed him a pill,
another heart attack and a new will, ample warning given uphill.
we still seek truth in a land of the free range manatees stranded,
in a bucket of french fries, comatose in an ocean of madness,
our overgrown asses pay taxes and graze in the fields,
look amazed by the feels, kick at the flies, neigh at weapons concealed.
we'll stay and we'll build, time supplies our truth with a shield,
some tell it and some don't, some are felons with no homes,
they took our jobs and education, wages held away by bloody cages,
it's just the world we live in, not news from the top's view,
we're mounted above Hell's hearth wearing God's shoes.