Sini vs. Revolution

[Lindel]

3:15am.

I wake up to a loud roar, something between a lion and the riots of war,
into the sea while I gaze from the beach, making eye contact with the storm.
Watching lightning strike like a sword, something calls me out to the core,
I paddle out on a boat, ready to roam the depths till this mystery takes form.
Waves crashing as I move forward, the clouds darken the closer I get to the source,
dedicated to staying on course, even if I have to swim, abandoned by warmth.
The roar becomes clearer now, more like a voice welcoming me from the clouds,
or maybe it's under the surface, I'm not certain, I'm too focused on the sound.
I should probably have some doubts but I'm convinced there's answers to be found,
though maybe if I drowned, whatever it is would simply swallow my corpse anyhow.
"Closer, Johnny... you're almost there," part of me is scared, the other's proud,
"I choose you to help me out." The voice, poised firmly on my conscious ground.

That's when it draws into my sight, a glow underneath the ocean's might,
maybe it's a sunken ship or a submarine, or a deity waiting to devour my mind.
I hope it doesn't bite, whatever it is, questions start flooding but I've no time,
a shadow emerges from the light, the size of a skyscraper, hidden in the night.
I stare into it's eyes, orange with red like blood spiraling around the drain,
there's a tense sense against my brain, forcing me to give control without trade.
Am I going insane? Or have I been a puppet since evading the womb on my birth-day?
I can feel the tentacles wrapping around my frame, but I don't feel any pain,
and suddenly, everything has changed, and I'm swimming through the rain...
oh, sorry, that was a wave -- I'm a fish, or a squid, I can't quite tell either way.
What I DO know, is I survive in the water, freed or enslaved by the monster,
it's all a matter of perspective, but I've accepted the friendship of a blue lobster.

I have dreams whenever I sleep about the night I escaped my human shell,
vague glimpses of images, like of a man standing in front of Cthulu's spell.
Maybe it was me but I can't seem to remember the personal connection,
I'm just thankful to him for saving me from my schizophrenic depression.

[Lindel]

Born under the rising sun, my father was a great warrior who protected the land,
until the black mass of darkness gave birth to a demon who burnt the core of Japan.
Aku was pure evil, creating monsters and tearing through villages like a tidal wave,
until my father took the magic sword and removed the oni with it's vital blade.
For decades, the world was calm and safe from fear of monstrosities or tribal plagues,
but when I was a boy, there was a voice from the shadows that called for the final days.
That's when Aku was reborn, and his army bathed the Earth with blood and tears,
life as we knew it was forced to hide as the light dwindled in floods of spears.
Mankind was given the option, slavery or death, as the sword was stolen,
my father worked in the mines where every breath was short and hopeless.
I travelled and studied weaponry from every continent on the planet,
from spears to scimitars to the bow and knives, I learned how to survive and manage,
I became an assassin, a monk, a ninja and a samurai, and spent two years stranded,
learned how to hunt and farm, while also practicing how to deal critical damage.
I roamed far, in boat and car, becoming the perfect opposition for Aku's forces,
and in doing so, my mind was corrupted with thoughts even he'd find morbid.
I tore his minions apart limb by limb all over the world, but NOT to save lives...
but because in my mind, the hatred I bared was becoming the essence I made light.
I wanted to break spines. To take knifes and aim them at the heart under strange eyes,
to shave time off fate's line for every demon Aku claimed from people's gravesites.
I wanted to smell blood, to smash bone, to hear screams and feel monsters die,
to watch as they coughed and whined until they lost the fight and could no longer cry.
My father begged me to change, said he felt the same way once but it wasn't right,
killing Aku wouldn't save mankind because there'll always be darkness for him to find.
It's hidden in the base of our chest, where love and sorrow intertwine,
and it's stretched by the stress of anger that craters and hollows in the night.
I wouldn't listen, driven by my mission to seek vengeance through,
smitten by the image of children drifting in an endless crimson pool.
I apologize, but I refuse to lose while the root of evil still consumes,
until I force the magic sword into the forehead of Aku.
.
.
.
.
I pluck the blade from the face of a mountain, based in the fountain of youth,
chained by the veins of a titan, a giant who once grounded the truth.
With this power, I head to the wasteland Aku calls home to deliver hope,
when I pierce his throat and carve him up like he's a wicker post.
Leaving a trail of disembodied demons as his legions attempt to stop me,
and any who survive will stare at sleepless skies as my presence is haunting.
I enter the volcano where he rests, ready to fight, I begin taunting,
as he rises from the depths, I slice his flesh with a strike that's daunting.
Surprised. He's realized the katana I wield holds his only weakness,
and changes his form to parry my attacks, but my technique is seamless.
Frustrated, he changes into a hydra, but I continue to leave the villain speechless,
my ability far outweighs his evil as he drops to his back in pieces.
As I grip the handle and prepare my killing blow, he spews a few beams of light,
and I'm transported into the future where Aku has turned the Earth into his plight.
I swear to fulfill my oath as a Samurai, from this day until my last...
I'll hunt Aku down till I collapse, or my name isn't Jack!

[Lindel]

3055 A.E. (After Extinction)

"Entering the atmosphere, Captain!" Jones announces from the deck, nervous sweat dripping down his neck,
we've been space bound fifteen years, finally discovering a potential candidate to inhabit, I hope the ground is wet.
I miss the sound of rain, so fingers crossed for some residue that doesn't melt my suit, that would be pretty cool,
maybe a lake or ocean too, something that doesn't engulf the ship or produce creatures that'll try to eat my crew.


"Any news from The Revenue?"
"No, radio's cold, it seems we're alone."

"Don't worry, I'll get y'all home soon."

There's four of us. Two marines, a scientist and a medic. Mankind's where we left it, on a dying planet with no moon,
but honestly, my only guess is we step out onto the surface and the currents suck us into endlessness like a vacuum.
The doctor predicts otherwise, apparently, several drones have landed safely and photographed crisp skies,
our ship's built like a shield, no windows to look out, so we won't know until we open the door and risk life.



"Landing in five... four... three..."
"Here we go, drumroll please!"

"God, let us breathe..."

We land safely, thankfully, no noticeable pressure and I don't hear storms like on Mars,
so maybe we can add this planet to the charts and start to reproduce beyond the stars.
We suit up and prepare to open the hatch, "here's to oxygen instead of poisonous gas!"
I hit the button and all of a sudden, it's like I'm staring at a history hologram of grass.
There's flowers and butterflies, mountains hiding behind cotton clouds and whistling winds,
I begin to hear my men whispering when I get a hint of relief within my shivering skin.
It's everything we'd hoped for, crystal lakes and snow formed along the horizon,
we've been searching for a new beginning ever since Earth and a comet collided.
I always believed in our dreams and now it seems that belief was worth the time spent,
since day one, I knew there was something beyond the sun and that I'd find it.
"Let's explore a little bit, maybe we'll find something!" I smile and lead the expedition,
I listen as they share predictions, pondering the possibility of alternative dimensions.
Prepared for predatorily intentions, wondering what damage our weapons would inflict it,
what if we discover a beast and we can't kill it or can't even repent it? A suicide sentence.
"Hey, doc, that pack you have covers all conditions? Flesh wounds and toxic inflictions?"
"Yeah, we'll be fine as long as I'm alive!" He jests, but my chest suddenly feels compressed,
we arrive at a cave behind a waterfall, part of me screams to turn back to the point of stress.
Reaper tightens his vest, "I'll take nose incase this goes south into a monster's mouth..."
I ignore my doubts and let the others go first so I can cover the tail of our awkward route.
A chilly drought climbs up my spine, our flashlights barely reveal what waits ahead,
my weary awareness now a heavy dread, and my fears quickly replaced with red.
Claws like swords morph Jones into shredded meat, he's devoured before we can shriek,
it happens so fast we can hardly see what's ripping us apart in the brief glimpses unsheathed.
I can't read it's movements, Reaper unloads clips into dark tombs when I hear it scream,
something touches my feet, I aim my rifle and it's the doctor's head staring up at me.
"REAPER! THE EXIT! LET'S GO!" I begin running, dodging and weaving through tunnels,
my lungs imploding and expanding, every breath becoming more and more of a struggle.
The air is growing more demanding, the shadows causing delusions, adding to the trouble,
Reaper runs into me as we crash into a corner, the creature pulls him from the tussle.
I dive through the waterfall alone, my weapon ready as tears block my vision,
wishing I would've listened to my initial opinion, now my team is dead from my wrong decision.
I turn around to find my ship has been torn to pieces, and I lay here in the rain, cold...
the last hope for humanity, surrounded by demons, with no way home.

[Lindel]

TICK
TOCK

TICK

TOCK

DING!
DING!

DING!

DING!


It's midnight at the Miller's home, they sit around the living room praying that the sinner's gone,
Father Jacobs is upstairs throwing holy water on their only daughter as she screams in a bitter tone.
You can hear the cracking within her bones as the demon clenches onto the strings that grip her soul,
"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, PRIEST, OR I'LL EAT HER LIVER WHOLE!" echoes between a grin and groans.
Chanting scriptures in Latin, Father Jacobs ignores the threats with a cross against her head,
his thoughts filled with dread, of lost kids he met, his confidence shaking with every dishonest breath.
The demon senses the stress and takes the advantage, "HOW MUCH FAITH DO YOU HAVE LEFT?!"
Father Jacobs continues his chants, sweat in his hands drenching the words he struggles to bless.
"YOUR HEART IS A MESS, FATHER! I CAN SMELL YOUR DOUBT LIKE A PILE OF SHIT!"
Father Jacobs presses forward toward the end, fighting to ignore the monster's vile intent.
With every sentence he mends, he can feel the child move a mile into the wild abyss,
and that smile torments him... but failure isn't an option this time while her vitals emit.
"MY FAVORITE PART IS JUST AROUND THE BEND...WHEN THE SPIRIT OF THE INNOCENT SUBMITS!
UNLESS OF COURSE...YOU'D SWITCH YOURS FOR HERS...WHAT A TASTY JUDGEMENT!"
Tempted by the idea of trading his soul for hers if it meant she walked away, John hesitates,
but before he could drop the trade, the demon reaches out and makes the child's jaw separate.
Blood beading from her eyes as her spine deviates out of place and her body levitates,
the Priest stands in horror, his teeth chipping as he comes to grip with this jarring escapade.
Her hands begin to burn from the inside out, blisters boiling as puss runs from her mouth,
urine streams to the sheets, just like clouds, releasing screams and shrieks among other sounds.
Downstairs, her mother drowns in wine and pills to hide the thrill she gets from her daughter's pain,
as the father prays with much stronger faith than the Priest attempting to conquer hate.
A family trapped in calamity wrapped in Greed and Envy... filthy... stained...
making it easy for demons to reason with misguided youth in an empty cage.
Someone required pity, shame, attention or love or a fulfilling change,
when a boy came along and sang a song that helped her write a chilling page.
Until someday, that boy turned into a beast with horns and teeth like a shark,
and evil seeped through the dark like a liquid that'd reach to her heart.
Now, she's losing the battle as that demon travels through her scars,
and her veins unravel as it straddles her like a supernova coursing to Mars.
The Priest cowers into a corner, watching as her skin tears apart,
when her father crashes through the door and places a daring card.
"Take me instead! Let my daughter go and I'll be your shield!"
The demon repeats the deal, contemplating if the feat is real,
"I just ask that her wounds are healed, then I'll sign and seal!"
The demon releases a laugh as her body falls back to the mattress,
unaware of what happened, she stares as her father smashes
his head through the walls before grabbing a crucifix.
He stabs it through his wrist, up his arm as the red and blue is mixed.
Drinking all the holy water, using what humanity he has left to spew a script.

"IN NOMINE... PATRIS... ET FILII... ET SPIRITUS... SANCTI!"
but in a last bloom of violence, the demon snaps his neck, and the room goes silent...

[Lindel]

Disputer.

[Lindel]

Closed.

[Lindel]

Disputer vs. Sini.

[Lindel]

Closed.

[Lindel]

Disputer A.K.A. EvilMinDed vs Revolution A.K.A. Sini

Sinacog.

[Lindel]

Don’t you just fucking HATE it when Christmas arrives?
That meticulous time,
When soft mittens comprise, snowmen of formidable size ..
.. From the thickets of white,
Sitting astride, the distant horizon.
The winds cold, briskly respite, navigates deciduous pines ..
.. Whistling by,
On its mission-less guide, where with pure intuition it finds ..
.. A lonesome snowman,
That glistens with pride, deep in the dark midst of the night.
Abandoned by his creator,
The young girl was forced to kiss him goodbye ..
.. Leaving him cruelly exposed,
To the adoration of which he despised.
His movements restricted,
By the barren branches that stick from his sides ..
.. And so he sits in the silence,
Bitterly frightened, with his pummelled face missing an eye.
…
I used to love it.
Christmas had always been a favoured fixture of mine ..
.. And often I reminisce on the times,
When anticipation meant the hairs on my neck would bristle and rise.
Mother was quick to surmise,
That I had to be asleep before Saint Nick would arrive ..
.. But I’d sit with my eyes,
Firmly affixed to the blinds, awaiting the glorious gifts he provided.
I awoke, both betwixt with surprise, and of startled relief ..
.. Heading downstairs,
Where my father would be, clutching the star for the tree.
With his assistance,
I’d place it on top as he marvelled at me ..
.. Then open up my presents as I sat perched on the arc of his knee.
I made a metropolis,
From our laminate flooring that was sparkling clean ..
.. My remote control car,
Traversing the length of our house and all parts in between.
Elated rapture exuded,
From my smile in the most ardent of beams ..
But one year in particular,
I could sense the pretence in her parlance of glee.
It was only when I witnessed,
My dear Mother starting to weep ..
.. That I realised,
She was harbouring me, from the darkest of secrets…
…
And I guess this is where my hate of Christmas derives,
I was six at the time,
When it broke my heart into pieces.
My dear Mother tried her best to guard the fact,
She proved hard to crack,
And when she did – I still struggled hard to believe it.
All that me and Mommy could then do,
Was start from scratch,
The void left was filled with only stark incompleteness.
And this is why I fucking HATE it when Christmas arrives,
Cause now I’M the lonesome snowman,
Out in the dark midst of the night.
That puerile pile you’ll find out on the distant horizon,
Cold
Heartless
Unable to move on, and sitting in silence.
Abandoned by my creator,
But with his memory’s still rich in my mind,
I was six at the time,
And it broke my heart into pieces.
My dear Mother tried her best to guard the fact,
She proved hard to crack,
And when she did – I still struggled hard to believe it.
All that me and her could then do,
Was start from scratch,
The void left was filled with only stark incompleteness.
My father had died from a multiple heart attack,
And that’s why all I want for Christmas THIS year is my father back.

Peace.

[Lindel]

The seven seas never seem short of a tale.
“Let her free!” the vessel leaves, adorning its sails.
Setting forth in a gale against the black of the night
as intrepid waters prevail, they’re carried from sight.
A flagon in right hand, hook in the left,
the captain arrives with rum on his breath.
He stumbles on deck of the Pennyford Blue
for a public address to his cretinous crew.
“To treasure and booty,” came the guttural roar
“If you pledge me your duty, there’s enough for us all!”
The others onboard then clapped as they yelled
In sudden applause for the man at the helm.
Captain LeVell was a porthole of a man
But could look after himself were the moment to pass.
He’d disposed of his hand when at odds to be free,
as Redbeard showed him the plank and he dropped to the sea.
Watching it bleed as he gnawed to find an escape,
- a true seadog with the teeth for a fight, as we say!
Some pirates had claimed he was done and rejoiced
with surprise on the faces of landlubbers ahoy
When they discovered him coiled up one night on the beach
discoloured but buoyed, like them there devices at sea.
The tide doesn’t sleep, though it often relents,
and neither would he as he plotted revenge.
He wanted them dead, reduced to a pulp,
by an ensemble of men with proven results.
A crew of old salts, all colours and creeds,
grouped with hopefuls then took to the sea.
Looking to seek vengeance on Redbeard and his men
cut ‘em to pieces o’ eight and leave ‘em for dead!
Which leads to our quest for Redbeard and his gold
to season adventurers, these seas are their home.
Every beach, every cove, every opening and passage
every secret it holds is known to the captain.
And so the advantage was his in pursuit
They row with abandon as he considers their move.
The ship and its crew adjusting the bow
As LeVell instantly knew where to look for his foe!
He took to his scope, lookin’ east as the crow flies,
Instructin’ his covey to what he’d seen with his own eyes.
Their belief in the old timer proved a trusted source
As the creeped up its lone side and then jumped aboard!
A rush of swords soared through the breeze
as cut-throat corsairs fall to the sea.
They brawl under siege, with both sides losin’ men,
‘til Redbeard’s brought to his knees in a fight to the death!
LeVell had eyes of resentment, cold as the sea,
as it was time to avenge his only defeat.
The very moment he reached for the sheath on his cutlass
he felt a blow that would see him bleed from his stomach.
The greedy curmudgeon had waited alone
to make sure his leader was bludgeoned ‘fore he made away with the gold!
There’s no place for heroes in this grey, timeless abyss
but that’s the way that it blows - double-crossed like the flag waved high from the ship...

[Lindel]

I heard Jesus Christ cry; I made Jesus Christ cry; when I skinned him alive...
I am a roll of a snake eyes dice; blue lakes; and blue streams of water break to blood
I am blood; I am blue and red blood; I am a blue lake in a blue stream
I am a blue stream in a blue lake; suffer the snakes of Eden in Eazen
Bludgeoned a blade from demeter's reason to seasons of winter seasons
I am a black blue scimitar blade; torturing christ for infinity eterneties
Burning dreams; burning lakes of burning dreams; hurt my scream
For I am a demon dream; a demon nightmares; light a witch on screaming fire
I wear black snake skin from torturing shapeshifting snakes in a blue bubbly red blood lake
For I am a blue bubbly red blood lake; a hundred demons are screaming in atrophy
I am atrophy; a snake rattles please; pass me; yet I tranquilize his demon till' he see's a demon from hell
I am a demon from hell; melt the ice lakes of grand lakes with fire ice flame
Fire ice flames; fire ice flames; fire ice flames; fire ice flames
Fire ice flames; I am fire ice flames; grand fire ice flames
Grand fire ice flames; grand fire ice flames; grand fire ice flames
I am grand fire ice flames; burn hell's flame with the sun's flame
I am as evil as blue blood baptism cathedrals; suffer steeples
For I am suffer steeples; suffer steeples under the blue gumption of cathedrals
I slew a hundred evil witch's with a witch's sharp fork tongue...

For I am a demon from hell; torturing devils in a blue lake
I am torturing devils in a blue lake; torturing devils in a blue lake
I am a demon from a nightmare realm; plight flares in monastarey's
I am a cathedral; birth a cathedral from a evil steeple of evil
I am a nightmare realm; a demi-god from hell scorching flames
I am a scorching flames of a blue terrain; scorching blue yellow flames
I am scorching blue yellow flames; scorching blue yellow flames
I am scorching blue yellow flames; scorching blue yellow flames
I am scorching blue yellow flames, scorching blue yellow flames
For I am a demon torturing blue devils until eternity ends...
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[Lindel]

Hell's fire; hell's flame; heaven's church cathedrals burn to the fiery scorching ground
Swords and scowls; the scorn of towns; Angels with blessings and prayers toward people of sentiment
I am hoarse; the devil In negligence; with selfish wit'; conquering embellishments with pestilence
I am sentiment; the fiery flaming sun of hell scorches the flames of Adolf Hitler; I am a pentagram
I am a demon; a demon from heaven and hell; purgatorial scorching sentiment in sentiment sentience
I am the sentiment of a lost dog; a cat with one life; the sun dies; and I birth skies
For I am the devil in hell's flame cloaked in daggers; caskets and urns; swords and tusks
Arid musk; arabian Egyptian ghosts torturing kings and prince's with spiritual warfare; the scorn airs/heirs
Arabian king, don't be afraid; the air is filled with god's wonders; a scorpion sting/king is disintegrated to ash
The scorpion king is disintegrated to ash in a flash; the sun is disintegrated to ash with hell's flame
I am hell's flame, the scorching hell's flame in the eyes of God; hell's asherah rod
The holy staff of God was held by a devil; as he grabbed the staff by it's tail and spewed venom
Scorching pestilence; torturing kings and prince's in hell; fortune tellers and mystics in the eye of scorching
The Sirens wail soulful songs of harmony and bliss; yet I hear lust; and appear/a pier with a siss
For I am the devil on your shoulder blade; laughing and guffawing for a eternity
The burning seas yearn for me; to swim into the depths of the scorching flaming seas and touch the sand
For man's spherical earth is in purgatory; with worry for the sun will burst into flames
Yet when they die they will go into hell's flame; for their sins; for negligence and sin..

[Lindel]

My mother loves me with all her heart and soul, a solstice of winter winter blizzard
In a desert sandstorm, she is a blanket of snow wishes; snow flakes and snow angels
Snow blizzards, and snow sand storms; descend and ascend from heaven and hell
She is here in purgatory with gentle stories from a wishbone; read in ancient demon
For I am a person (per sin) from the valves of hell; conjure spells from a witch's tongue
Splendid love beneath the sun; love triangles with two people; blue steeple's
Blue eagles flew from blue/blew skies and blew/blue wind; conjure black magic in pandora's box
Sandstorms from Ox, pandora's box was a frame of light; forty days and forty nights of light heartedness
Heart skies, and heart circles; heart stars and heart shapes; heart triangles and heart suns
Heart moons, and heart shapes from a nebula forbidden love; doves fly from a dove's mouth
Holy matrimony with gentle story; moral story of parable and fable phrase; parable and maze
The parable of rays of light; share the night with stars that shine; conjure black darkness in black harbor//

For we made love under the black moonlight..as lovers..

[Lindel]

Dispution

[Lindel]

Disputer.

[Lindel]

AJ The Menace vs. Sini.

[Lindel]

VOTE!

Closed.

[Lindel]

I watch from the edge of the tempered-glass ridge
- plotting revenge on the one that's kept me captive.
If you've ever had fish that you've placed in a tank
then I'll bet my back fin that they hate you for that!
The same thing must happen at every store within the city
"Take a look at this one, mom, isn't it pretty?"
"I want this little fishy!" the young nominal gasps
with sticky fingers insisting on prodding the glass.
I shot her a glance that conveyed my contempt
while gobbling gaseous bubbles to try and state my intent.
I knew the way this would end once I'd heard the noisy one shout
so I turned-tail and I left soon as she pointed me out!
I loitered around the gravel bed and iridescent accessories
avoiding for now the small fishing net from detecting me.
Sensing the end was near I gulped, and dove down below,
before I fled somewhat desperately into a shoal of my own.
With the net closing in slowly, I sped up my speed,
- I know it's ignoble but I'd sooner it was them and not me!
I wasn't ready to leave, though my primary concern
was that I'd seen so many deceived only to never return!
With my fins peddling nervously, I turned right and I baulked
to see my "friends" had dispersed, having realised I'd been caught!
I was prised from the water open-mouthed at what had just passed
where my eyes met the daughters holding me aloft in a bag.
"I promised my dad I'd take care of you," the custodian lied.
The polymer plastics properties choked my reply.
With a roll of the eyes, I was free falling through the air and quick -
plonking into a bowl on the side of a room that was garish pink.
The human I shared it with often bleated and blared
with all the usual superlatives like "I'll clean it, I swear!"
Within weeks I was scarcely even glanced at as she passed
& the over-feed from her parents started to gather in the tank.
The gravel pit was blackening where algae sits on the rocks
- she hasn't cleaned the glass in here since the filter was blocked.
So I swim in a clockwise motion with my head up against the cell
while thinking of what it would take to get out and save myself.
I delved in the dainty dwelling, where I thought for a bit,
and my impending fate propelled me even more than my fins.
This dirty waters beginning to grate on my gills
I swear the chlorine I'm swimming in's what's making me ill.
Maybe by building up momentum and staying close to the right,
I could escape it by tilting the fish bowl on its side?
But with oxygen low in supply, once the water displaced,
my only hope of survival would be a crawl to the drains.
All it would take was the smallest mistake and that would be it!
I really wasn't sure I would make it, so I sat dragging my fins.
The gravel I'd kicked up began floating atop
as I lapped up a drink, smacking my lips, and closely I watched.
A froth of foam carried flotsam that grouped at the edge
which the overseers' mom would sometimes remove with a net.
I knew in that second what awaited me since
if she presumed I was dead, I might just be able to live!
The wait is horrific but I give my best performance to date
and play dead implicitly, only blinking when sure that it's safe.
Hours sprawl into days; A wry smile leaves from my mouth
when the daughter exclaims "Mom, quick, Bieber has drowned!"
Keeping my mouth closed, the fish nets shadow hits my face
I feel it teasing me out of the water before it carries me away.
With a splash I give my tail a flick and swim for my life
having chanced on an escape tunnel within the pipe!
In the distance behind, I hear a flush hissing at me,
- and feel a wave whisking me by as I adjust diligently.
This must be freedom I think to myself as I open my eyelids.
If there's plenty more fish in the sea, here's hoping I find 'em...


FIN!

[Lindel]

The sky didn't load today. I stared straight at the screen
as binary code fell where the rain should of been.
It simulated a series of sums in substantial
chains of repeating numbers and fractals.
Hundreds of calculations began their descent
as I studied their patterns to exact what they meant.
The mathematical medley spread further afield
until every last geometric of Second World was revealed!
I searched my surreal surrounding amazed to discover
that this perfect ideal had been painted by numbers!
Every shape had a structural plan at it's basis
that made up the sum of a mathematical matrix.
These enigmatic equations were behind all that I saw
- the statutory basics of what had caused them to form.
This ordered conformity proved hard to resist
as I was sure there was more to it, so I started to think!
How did every part of this simulation work to a mandate
yet remain so largely in-sync with it's virtual landscape?
Second World was a man-made augmented reality
that was perfectly translated from a numerical tapestry.
Was there a connection I hadn't seen that was hidden as well?
I sensed that there had to be, so I continued to delve!
These algorithms all held predefined symmetries
from the patterned ridges on shells to the changing tides of the sea.
Even the spiralling sequence pine cones happened to have
- it was like they'd all speak the universal language of math!
These fractal-like patterns were a product of automation
manufactured en masse so they were functioning verbatim.
I studied the equations and how they related to each other
both the number of the nature, and the nature of the numbers.
Fascinated to uncover the building blocks of this digital zone
- was there a way I could adjust it, to the one we physically know?
I clicked to look closer, compare and contrast,
thinking this over as my avatar searched everywhere on the map.
It became fairly apparent in the use of this fresh search
that both worlds shared an elaborate numeral network!
I continued it a step further, looking at the characteristics
in the movement and tenure of our planetary systems.
They all have an elliptical structure they have to keep
it's a mathematical synergy that's governed by gravity.
The circumference they travel being exactly the same
is yet another example seen of these factors at play.
The galaxy's made up of constants and certainties
with math at the base of the logical world we see!
Once that anomaly first appeared for me to establish the fact
I knew the one universally spoken language was math!
Things didn't happen by chance, there was a method pertained
and the more I carried on asking, the more questions I raised.
Had the universe "invented" this matrix the day it first formed
or had we developed it later, to explain what we saw?
Did we make up the formula as a tool to depict with
or was this nature performing as it would do since existence?
The true coefficient is we still haven't answered its secret
but i'm damn sure it inhibits a mathematical sequence...
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