Week 11 Contenders: YDK vs. Innovator - (Inno wins)

Inno · 09-12-2015, 05:26 PM

Tiny boots

Camouflage skin, the bodies curl up with the leaves
Shell casings for pavement. Walking on broken eggs
Scrambled radio frequency distorting the rains flow
Blood churning nights blend with the suns pride
An ego to bright to glance at with a naked eye
Brothers in arms armed ready to guard the night
Fox holes fox trotting along the trenches seeking shelter
Mordor dust falling like snow atop the martyrs
Trigger fingers dull from the pulse of each bullet
Penetrating innocence until it devours it hole
With false propaganda fueled by government aid
Whats the price to pay in order for the toys to play
Not much.

Millions in body parts, wealthy from the stolen souls
Marching along pushing agendas for the sake of marching
Killing spree for sport. While killing the free is sport.
Spent youth broke from the spoils of war, irony is fickle
Will is subjective. Freedom isnt absent, just misplaced
These slaves with no accents. Thinking they are righteous
Beleiving in there sergeants, ordered to go blind.
Diving from the edges, blindly following laws and badges
Right or wrong is outcasted.

You dont get payed to think. HOOORAHHH!!

09-12-2015, 05:26 PM	#1
Inno Ad mini tator Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 10,024 Battle Record: 26-54 Champed - Lime Green Poetry Association - Black August - 1-2 Punch League Rep Power: 85899403	Tiny boots Camouflage skin, the bodies curl up with the leaves Shell casings for pavement. Walking on broken eggs Scrambled radio frequency distorting the rains flow Blood churning nights blend with the suns pride An ego to bright to glance at with a naked eye Brothers in arms armed ready to guard the night Fox holes fox trotting along the trenches seeking shelter Mordor dust falling like snow atop the martyrs Trigger fingers dull from the pulse of each bullet Penetrating innocence until it devours it hole With false propaganda fueled by government aid Whats the price to pay in order for the toys to play Not much. Millions in body parts, wealthy from the stolen souls Marching along pushing agendas for the sake of marching Killing spree for sport. While killing the free is sport. Spent youth broke from the spoils of war, irony is fickle Will is subjective. Freedom isnt absent, just misplaced These slaves with no accents. Thinking they are righteous Beleiving in there sergeants, ordered to go blind. Diving from the edges, blindly following laws and badges Right or wrong is outcasted. You dont get payed to think. HOOORAHHH!!