Week 10: UnbornBuddha vs Innovator [BUDDHA BY NS]

[asylum]

Season 6

Verses are due MONDAY 5/9 11:59 PST

Voting ends WEDNESDAY 5/11 11:59 PST

Verses May Not Exceed 48 Lines

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Topic: "Let's Pretend We're Married"


Good luck to both participants.
@UnbornBuddha (2-3) vs @Innovator (2-3)

[Inno]

In

[UnbornBuddha]

Eva chant to me a mantra of love. Sanctify my chakras of lust.
Deify me with your compassionate touch
No one else comprehends my actions and thoughts
They label me a tyrant, a monstrous construct.
Failing to see my vision, they brand my logic corrupt
And further taint and name my conscience as such.
Anger grows hot, akin to when atoms erupt-- Japan blown up.
It’s clear the Axis have lost. Our enemy wants me to answer in blood.
Isn’t my ulcerated throat enough? Sweet Berlin’s soul sloughs off
As they approach the holy city.
Cowards, only Eva wants to go down with me.


Savitri Devi compared me to an Aryan pantheon.
An avatar of Vishnu sent as a nefarious pathogen
A paragon with a paradoxical existence.
Eva saw the dichotomy. The psychological resistance.
And through persistence, she enlightened me
Violently awakening me to the highest theme.
From there on my mind was freed, leviathan breathes,
My delighted being visualizing the third Reich conceived.
The make-believe had to end. Diseased as just friends.
On our day of marriage, I see her distressed...
Worried about the state of affairs. Mundane despairs.
I assure her Germany’s fate isn’t theirs.
48 hours later, the (卐) Nazi forces have faltered.
They paint morbid the martyr, depicted in a portrait of carnage.
All they see is a madman inflicted with an aura of darkness.
But, letting them carry sickness in their organs is heartless
Don’t you see? The Holocaust is a religious vortex of catharsis
No different than how the cosmos tortures its subjects.
The universe makes a mockery of the order of god’s men
I am just the principle in motion; the pinnacle of a cynical emotion.
Destructive cyclical notions, beyond political slogans.
Eva now hands me a mystical potion, cyanide capsules.
Poison inspired from an apple.
I hesitate; even Vishnu has within it the fright of a mammal.
Have one last listen to the Fuhrer words. The oracle showing a parallel universe.
It’s no wonder Miguel Serrano looked to God to unveil Lucifer.


Eva Braun kisses me goodbye. She looks nice
As she takes in the cyanide, her hue divine.
Wherever we go, let’s pretend to be married,
Holding onto the memory of this one’s contents might vary.
When it’s my time to take my dose, I realize I can’t swallow pills
Shallow will, so instead the revolver spins, my heart sorrow filled.
I fear the worst,
The bullet penetrating my aura’s ethereal nerves
Making it impossible for my soul to unite with Braun.
Our “marriage” only lasted days, a short time to love
Yet, even among war riches, it was a priceless sum.

[asylum]

@Innovator you gotta show bro.

[Inno]

Close this man @UnbornBuddha my bad
@asylum i will vote later today