Week 10: Jesodist vs Witty [JESODIST WINS 6-2]

Witty · 05-10-2016, 03:10 PM

Fucking deleted my original piece :( don't think dude's showing tho.

Trust me baby, hold my hand
And walk with me through moulded lands
Sculpted from the dreams we made
Before we knew that dreams could fade
A hurricane came crashing through
And left us broken, black n blue
The hope we laid on mounds of trust
Revoked - replaced with clouds of dust
The rain is grief, and soaked, we cry
And pray to see that golden sky
The one we always heard about
From tales of old - from word of mouth
If love could speak, I'd ask her why
Her touch can be so fast to die
There is no check, no price to pay
Cash rules all, besides today
Tonight all that we think about's
The price of every single shout
Of every yell and painful cry
The grace that fell, we say goodbye
I release my grip of your troubled hand
And walk alone in rubbled land
But even when I'm old and die
Just waiting for my soul to fly
I'll breath my last and close my eyes
Still hoping for those golden skies.

05-10-2016, 03:10 PM	#2
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	Fucking deleted my original piece :( don't think dude's showing tho. Trust me baby, hold my hand And walk with me through moulded lands Sculpted from the dreams we made Before we knew that dreams could fade A hurricane came crashing through And left us broken, black n blue The hope we laid on mounds of trust Revoked - replaced with clouds of dust The rain is grief, and soaked, we cry And pray to see that golden sky The one we always heard about From tales of old - from word of mouth If love could speak, I'd ask her why Her touch can be so fast to die There is no check, no price to pay Cash rules all, besides today Tonight all that we think about's The price of every single shout Of every yell and painful cry The grace that fell, we say goodbye I release my grip of your troubled hand And walk alone in rubbled land But even when I'm old and die Just waiting for my soul to fly I'll breath my last and close my eyes Still hoping for those golden skies. __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime.