Week 3: The Law vs. Breathless (BREATHLESS WINS 6-5)

The Law · 03-15-2016, 04:32 PM

A World of Irony

A natural born Einstein, always working on the consciousness
But every theory dropped put a dent into his confidence
It was ominous to every document that stated his hypothesis
The consequence? A collision that sunk him to the bottom pits
His prominence faded and his closest relations deserted him quickly
He chose to taste all his failures through bourbon and whiskey
His bank accounts ran dry, his belongings went through confiscation
Everyday his composure cracked and resulted in a altercation
A form of alcoholic meditation placed him into desperation
These depressive applications put his mind in a class of amputation!
The aftermath was filled with loneliness and misery
Sleeping on the streets made his coziness turn splintery
it began with a copious of shivering, frozen while its six degrees
The dark silence consumed any path that was harmonious and silvery
These were his toughest times, invisible to the youngest minds
the dirt no longer a single pixel, but a portrait filled with mud and grime
A scientific genius was the price he paid; a curse of blunder
His mind desolate cause his synapse shots only produce his thirst and hunger
Train of thought?, acceptance of demise; he felt it was a punishment
a fundamental publishing that printed this horrific covenant.
A man without a home, waiting for crumbs to fall off the plate,
tattered clothes and brittle bones, he needed some 'change' tossed his way
But it was fate, that came in and took his movement greedily
Until death comes, forever a part of this grungy human scenery...

It's an ironic world.

years after his death,
his failures would become a success!

03-15-2016, 04:32 PM	#13
The Law Member Join Date: Jun 2013 Posts: 86 Battle Record: 3-2 Rep Power: 238319	A World of Irony A natural born Einstein, always working on the consciousness But every theory dropped put a dent into his confidence It was ominous to every document that stated his hypothesis The consequence? A collision that sunk him to the bottom pits His prominence faded and his closest relations deserted him quickly He chose to taste all his failures through bourbon and whiskey His bank accounts ran dry, his belongings went through confiscation Everyday his composure cracked and resulted in a altercation A form of alcoholic meditation placed him into desperation These depressive applications put his mind in a class of amputation! The aftermath was filled with loneliness and misery Sleeping on the streets made his coziness turn splintery it began with a copious of shivering, frozen while its six degrees The dark silence consumed any path that was harmonious and silvery These were his toughest times, invisible to the youngest minds the dirt no longer a single pixel, but a portrait filled with mud and grime A scientific genius was the price he paid; a curse of blunder His mind desolate cause his synapse shots only produce his thirst and hunger Train of thought?, acceptance of demise; he felt it was a punishment a fundamental publishing that printed this horrific covenant. A man without a home, waiting for crumbs to fall off the plate, tattered clothes and brittle bones, he needed some 'change' tossed his way But it was fate, that came in and took his movement greedily Until death comes, forever a part of this grungy human scenery... It's an ironic world. years after his death, his failures would become a success! __________________ Last edited by The Law; 03-18-2016 at 02:03 PM.