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Vulgar · 05-09-2014, 10:48 PM

Air Jargon

Counting on me to do this all by myself is an arithmetic error
I sit, jaw clenched in perpetual terror, like I didn't know better
These oxygen masks have dents, chemical lint splinters the sweaters
This evening in London's all dark now, with miserable weather
Gentlemen, letters have been sent to your senators & local governments
Clear your lungs... recharge your lives, avoid the hopeless sufferin'
Chronic urbanization's a nameless plague, a newly risen sun
Ever since the war to end all wars succeeded in inspiring a different one
The shortage of oxygen, causing corpses to stockpile, lords of the obsolence
Ignoring the opulence for a portion of godly mist used to be normally obvious
Mandatory duties: Purge the ports, Earth's a torch, refill the canisters
The cities we built were cancerous, the filters blanched with dust
Imagine trying to preserve an atmosphere for civil kindred damned to flush
forced to wilt and wander the morbid filth... as phantoms must
This chore's surreal, without the warden's will, this land is crushed
H20's not even guaranteed - robbed of resources, just ask Dillinger
Genetic mutation decompressed mankind... passed into gas cylinders
Spectacular blasts killin' us, a vapid wax sifting through mask inhibitors
I sit at the control station, composure shaky, a bag of Twizzlers
in my grasp, the literal version of an employee who's over his head
My mechanical license is threatened by hyperbaric inditement - sulfuric treads
Alone in my head, I was absent minded... contraceptives rushed in
The Earth's atmosphere instantly became Mars-like since I forgot to press a button
Devoid of antiseptic suction, pollutants swarmed in, face pale as the moon
Are you familiar with that sound people make after they inhale a balloon?
Living in this depressing haze, I tried to call the best psychologist
It'll take your breath away, sometimes the pressure gets to all us...

05-09-2014, 10:48 PM	#2
Vulgar Razor-thin derision Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,422 Battle Record: 40-25 Accomplishments - OM HOF Champed - Fight Night LIV - Gimmick Battle League (2x) - Write Week II - Art of Writing League - Storytelling And Topical Invitational Tournament - STI - Haiku Writer Challenge - GWL Picture Challenge(2x) Rep Power: 49604320	Air Jargon Counting on me to do this all by myself is an arithmetic error I sit, jaw clenched in perpetual terror, like I didn't know better These oxygen masks have dents, chemical lint splinters the sweaters This evening in London's all dark now, with miserable weather Gentlemen, letters have been sent to your senators & local governments Clear your lungs... recharge your lives, avoid the hopeless sufferin' Chronic urbanization's a nameless plague, a newly risen sun Ever since the war to end all wars succeeded in inspiring a different one The shortage of oxygen, causing corpses to stockpile, lords of the obsolence Ignoring the opulence for a portion of godly mist used to be normally obvious Mandatory duties: Purge the ports, Earth's a torch, refill the canisters The cities we built were cancerous, the filters blanched with dust Imagine trying to preserve an atmosphere for civil kindred damned to flush forced to wilt and wander the morbid filth... as phantoms must This chore's surreal, without the warden's will, this land is crushed H20's not even guaranteed - robbed of resources, just ask Dillinger Genetic mutation decompressed mankind... passed into gas cylinders Spectacular blasts killin' us, a vapid wax sifting through mask inhibitors I sit at the control station, composure shaky, a bag of Twizzlers in my grasp, the literal version of an employee who's over his head My mechanical license is threatened by hyperbaric inditement - sulfuric treads Alone in my head, I was absent minded... contraceptives rushed in The Earth's atmosphere instantly became Mars-like since I forgot to press a button Devoid of antiseptic suction, pollutants swarmed in, face pale as the moon Are you familiar with that sound people make after they inhale a balloon? Living in this depressing haze, I tried to call the best psychologist It'll take your breath away, sometimes the pressure gets to all us...