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Old 07-02-2017, 06:15 PM   #1
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Default Week VI: Veritas vs Maximus



Season 8

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Old 07-03-2017, 08:43 AM   #2
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The cerebral assassin, the molder of minds, the Omni potent being. Time transcending traveler, wisdom incarnate. Veritas needs no intro but I guess I have to. He’s not know in the battling world but who doesn’t know veritas? The guy us always original and if you pay attention to his bars, dude brings the heat.. The gawd.
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He drank the ayahuasca from a plastic sippy-cup molded out of nostalgia.
His princess was in another castle, another hurdle named bowser.
Sounds for synesthesia, tastes of pilgrimage and ego-death states.
Swept by the brooms of Fantasia, and MC Ren’s lethal mix tapes.
Feeble, the thin breaks of the veil as he approached the ocean
He gave his toast and drank deep of the last of the sacred potion.
Time stood still as the wind mill creaked, groaned, and rusted slowly,
Which proved to his mind that he had truly forsaken the world inherited by the lowly.
Every step forward saw the darkness increase like when mom would put the blanket over his eyes
Every perception of a second saw catharsis released into the edible skies of his oedipal disguise.
So many years of shadow shunned, the DMT provided detox :
A flash, a vision, summer shooting hoops, leaned over pumping his Reeboks.
Innocence lost as the first Marlboro inhaled and intermingled with youth,
The first time he dared to defy his father was on the screen, he was seeing the truth
He waved it off and kept moving, looking for the princess, but the darkness grew sinewy,
The trees began to mock him with their roots, he had laid none, the capital of Italy.
The cognitive dissonance began its full out assault.
The scarecrow plainly stated: “All your problems are all of your own fault:.
He fell to his knees, then began a slowly forward moving lurch, he nearly had to tap,
He caught the remembrance of sitting with his gramps on the porch in his lap.
“You’re a good kid”. Gramps said as he Dali-clocked into the ground,
Filled with building blocks and Lego’s, G.I. Joes and a sound.
The sound was a subtle thumping, a rhymthic smell of savory incense in the wind,
He looked and saw that night when he slept with the girl who belonged to his friend.
The shadow laughed, his ego was crumbling
This path was Wrath, the pain was numbing.
Still he soldiered on, with movies of his life’s dichotomies of past and present presently.
The scarecrow laughed: “You have always been your own worst enemy”.
He fell before the scarecrow, he looked up and now saw only a mirror…
His reflection was split into his childhood and his manhood, with neither the clearer.
The lightning struck, the rain began to deluge, soaking his garments, and chilling his spine.
Suddenly a thought said: You know what you must do, O thee Child Divine.
Looking back he saw his future self, old yet strong, wise, calm, plain, yet dapper.
The realization hit, as his future self handed him a hammer.
He swung at the mirror, and it shattered all to pieces onto the dark wet murky stone
At this point, it was as if the entire universe let out a guttural groan
The pieces began to re-assemble, as if my magic back into the mirror, clear and complete
He finally saw himself for who he was, his fullness, his totality, no longer with a need to compete
He understood that he was still that child, still that shadow, and would be the old man
The scarecrow could only smile as he walked into the tower, following the soul’s plan.
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The cerebral assassin, the molder of minds, the Omni potent being. Time transcending traveler, wisdom incarnate. Veritas needs no intro but I guess I have to. He’s not know in the battling world but who doesn’t know veritas? The guy us always original and if you pay attention to his bars, dude brings the heat.. The gawd.
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