Championship: 8P. Topicaldood5 vs. 6T. deadman [Dead man champs 7-2]

Soulstice · 07-13-2013, 06:03 PM

Beyond the Dream

i
We bore the ragged flags of our fathers, prayed for the past to be honored
In the killing fields where little lambs are dragged to the slaughter
Gasping in water, under the burden of a distant lands mythology
- Sodden, coughing for oxygen - to reach a higher caste for our daughters
We can whisper to her until we drown in reality - a cheap casket of dollars
Lady liberty keeps counting the casualties - find your place in history
In this dystopian squalor, post-draconian models of economy squabbles
Leave us listless, praying for victory - slowly building a legacy
For our sons until we fade to infinity

ii
The neon beckoning - the fabulous sovereign sex
Freedom's reckoning is a list of canonical deaths
Eyes glossed, rollicking applause for the icons we respect
Those untouchable smiles that orbit the populace
Leave us speaking of change but performing the opposite
Gorgeous and confident - eclipsing the flaming tragedy
Subtle whispers of corruption drowned in famous rhapsody
Hidden in a craters cavity - are gaudy golden meccas
Built out of our blood and our tears and our stolen sweat
Swiped from beneath our slackjawed stare and our corroding chest
We're frozen, content with the methods with which they're exacting control
Just pop the popcorn, light the j, pass the remote...

iii
By apathy or tragedy - we're all just drones in the madness
Babylon could never place soldiers to factions, and if we could
We'd be sure to trapped in a zirconium labyrinth
Stopped dead in our tracks on the path to some petroleum palace
Patrolled by a complex of profit on the war on the poor
Our destiny's cracked and left broken on the exorbitant floor
Our future ruthless pawned by the Gods in Louis Vuitton
Any sense of unity gone - we share a flag not a mission
Old ideologies have been drastically wizened - replaced by
more sinister sects & revolution is some old word in some old history text

We the people scratching at the walls of the abyss
Struggling underneath something that's impossible to lift
We the people blindly laughing, storing drugs in our armatures
Completely oblivious to the deadly hum of the harbinger

07-13-2013, 06:03 PM	#5
Soulstice native system Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 387 Battle Record: 18-21 Champed - Short-Verse Topical Rep Power: 4453411	Beyond the Dream i We bore the ragged flags of our fathers, prayed for the past to be honored In the killing fields where little lambs are dragged to the slaughter Gasping in water, under the burden of a distant lands mythology - Sodden, coughing for oxygen - to reach a higher caste for our daughters We can whisper to her until we drown in reality - a cheap casket of dollars Lady liberty keeps counting the casualties - find your place in history In this dystopian squalor, post-draconian models of economy squabbles Leave us listless, praying for victory - slowly building a legacy For our sons until we fade to infinity ii The neon beckoning - the fabulous sovereign sex Freedom's reckoning is a list of canonical deaths Eyes glossed, rollicking applause for the icons we respect Those untouchable smiles that orbit the populace Leave us speaking of change but performing the opposite Gorgeous and confident - eclipsing the flaming tragedy Subtle whispers of corruption drowned in famous rhapsody Hidden in a craters cavity - are gaudy golden meccas Built out of our blood and our tears and our stolen sweat Swiped from beneath our slackjawed stare and our corroding chest We're frozen, content with the methods with which they're exacting control Just pop the popcorn, light the j, pass the remote... iii By apathy or tragedy - we're all just drones in the madness Babylon could never place soldiers to factions, and if we could We'd be sure to trapped in a zirconium labyrinth Stopped dead in our tracks on the path to some petroleum palace Patrolled by a complex of profit on the war on the poor Our destiny's cracked and left broken on the exorbitant floor Our future ruthless pawned by the Gods in Louis Vuitton Any sense of unity gone - we share a flag not a mission Old ideologies have been drastically wizened - replaced by more sinister sects & revolution is some old word in some old history text We the people scratching at the walls of the abyss Struggling underneath something that's impossible to lift We the people blindly laughing, storing drugs in our armatures Completely oblivious to the deadly hum of the harbinger Last edited by Soulstice; 07-13-2013 at 11:22 PM.