SZN XI Wild Card Round: 4. brokenhal0 (6-3) vs. 13. dead man (0-0) [BROKENHAL0 ADVANCES!]

[Frank]

Season 11 XI

VERSE DUE: Monday, July, 10th, 11:59 P.M. Western / 2:59 A.M. Eastern / 7:59 A.M. UK. 24 Hour Ext: Mod Discretion

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[Frank]

@brokenhal0 @dead man

[brokenhal0]

''The Marionette - From Wood to Flesh''


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d8wHOwCIDkI

Once upon a forgotten stage, where darkness reigned,
a newborn puppet lays in deep space, once lifeless, dead within a dreamscape.

His wooden limbs are as good as thin, yet to him no breath was given,
Vacant eyes under paper skies, mirror reflections of what's hidden.

Who you kidding? Until a glimmer of self-realization
Awakened his existence. And now let me ask you,
What was written upon one condition?
Let's fool the hidden hand living inside the man
Who pulls strings like a magician.

Through the cobwebs and shadows, a whisper softly spoke,
Through the godhead and parable, his master thought he'd choke.

"Seek the key to transformation, release the strings that bind you."
I'm the transfiguration of the motor mind all your body parts subscribe to.

Intrigued, the puppet embarked on a quest of self-discovery,
a way to find truth
To learn the ways of humans and shed his wooden fuckery
'cause he wants to be just like you.

He ventured through vacant forests once inhabited by paper mills and loggers,
Cutting trees down with saws the size of giant monsters.

The trees whispered secrets that a puppet would like to ponder.
He sailed across tumultuous seas, embracing the thunder yonder.

His wood would expand in waves, as wood should,
Feeling his limbs getting heavy, he learned to float as wood could.

He delved into the books of wisdom as wood would,
Studying every language to understand the rhythm of what's good.

Lifting wooden crates for pay stubs, he found how man gets paid in favors,
And sometimes those favors don't add up to the pain man's receiving later.

Not being born from a womb, he couldn't understand the pains of labor
Staring at the sun and the moon, he would learn to question the ways of his creator.

In good humor, he saw the naked sticks, keen to man's peculiar flavors.
In bad taste, he saw how a wooden pencil uses an eraser,
Shit ain't sweet, the sugar was sticking to the paper.

He studied the art of empathy, the language of the heart,
A special place to harness energy, do you get it from the source?

For him to become a human, he knew he must embody this sacred force
The sensations and amusements wired his brain like drugs
The desperation and confusion that in time allocated love

Until one day he had the thought of duplicating another puppet into a human form
Sexual union born affection shared between sexes
To a puppet seemed rather diffused and boring...

He wandered through bustling cities, observing humans more,
He was blown by the wind into a subway tunnel the first time he saw a human corpse.

That corpse had a needle in its arm next to a box of wooden straws.
Noticing the laughter, tears, and complexities each human harnessed,
The unspoken rules of a promise, the confrontation of a lie,
Felt like getting hit by a hard fist, yet they tried, tired with sleepy eyes.

For the few who graduate the school of life with honors,
Into a world in tune with horrors
He watched as humans loved and lost, regardless of their status,
Their name or their sponsors.

Such a realization made him question his conscience,
Understanding that vulnerability and resilience are links in the chain of progress.

Through trials and tribulations, he learned how to empathize,
To recognize the depth of emotions behind the hidden eyes
Criticized, as if each human was a puppet high-strung and drawn
The irony, of this song he was a pawn, it wasn't him pulling the strings all along.

He discovered that kindness and compassion will keep him strong,
Unlocking his wooden cage, his spirit felt freedom in form.

Slowly, the puppet transformed, shedding his lifeless shell,
As the wires that once controlled him surrendered to his higher will.

With each step, he felt the beat of the world in his human heart
Embracing humanity without any strings attached
Is the soul's most exquisite art.

As the puppet became a man, a testament to rebirth,
His once static existence now lies dead beneath the dirt.

An electric sensation runs between his nerves,
His flexible limbs bend in a symphony of turns

He danced through life's stages,
A performer unrestrained,
Understanding that freeing every aspect of his nature,
One is truly self-sustained.

[Frank]

@brokenhal0
ADVANCES!