CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH ~ 2. Vigil 35-22 -v- 1. Sacrifice 24-2

[DiC GeTs GuLLy]

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[SacriFICE]

Checking in.

[Vigil]

what's up

good luck

[SacriFICE]

If it's true that our species is alone in the universe, then I'd have to say that
the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little.
George Carlin

God created, in his image and likeness,
a species bleeding from the tip of an ice pick.
Cold, timid and lifeless, infinite timeless
limitless might, switched between minions of childish,
decisions of fright. No opinions are right,
only positions of strife, divisions of plight,
diminishing light and hope, a lightning strike,
a hoax despite the lives we choke,
by the throat, it's precisely why the globe,
has denied us both, land and sea to stand in reach.
Rather we remain part of a planned defeat,
eventually every man's deceased in the sand beneath.
Instead of planting trees and raising lands of beasts,
we stampede with our fantasies, of unmanned machines,
phantom freedoms from every damned disease.
Watching as our families remain in this trite oblivion,
as mindless citizens, dividing such minor dividends,
to try to live within completely blinding ignorance.

The earth is melting, but the worthless selling
of material objects remains the focus of progress.
Kids with imperfect spelling, in certain dwellings
remain hopeless in contest with only the "hot trends."
Broken from the poisons we digest, and frozen
from the ointments applied when, were coping
with the voices inside heads, the choices we find
stress, and to avoid it we find death...
Appointments with annoyance and over paid,
employees with the answers, or so they say.
Till you're hit with cancer and only days
pass when they say that surgery's the only way.
Only to die on the table, the lies and the fables,
now paying for surgery with the money that you rely on to pay bills.
You survived? Now you take pills...
For a cold it used to be Day Quill,
now it's medicine for that incredible pain that you say kills.

God created us, in his image, it was his dreamscape.
Were just a failed experiment ejected into deep space.
It seems great, living in your sweet place,
until you're replaced.

Do something about it you lazy fucks.

[Vigil]

Topics: Trapped By Design and Members of Chaos


Tied to the Tide

Our neighborhoods are landlocked
and surrounded by barb wires in planned blocks.
The power lines are prison bars and we stand shocked,
then break the windows of our homes with damn rocks
all cause our shaking and bare knuckles can't knock.
Nature is breaking our frail bubbles.
And there is a grave danger but the fear is subtle
only if you clear the rubble will you hear the struggle.
We don't have our ears to the ground so the rearing sound the Earth makes
is foreign to us and we can't distinguish a stir from a shake.
Nature gave birth to lakes in the scorched holes of our souls
but we were slow to embrace
and deserted to the desert where she throws dirt in our face.
While Time is speeding up Were showing growing pains
and slow to change cause rows of chains hold our brains.
But time is slow to kill and the train for our soul has yet to arrive
the endless quest for survival is making us forget were alive.
And the watchful eye doesn't see the time, only the end
so were closing the doors but leaving enough room for our lonely friend.
Our second nature to put nature second has awakened our favorite weapon
but the place were stretching is growing unstable and were unable to reckon.
We admire our environment, putting our hands around the fire we created
but overtime the flames has burned our sober eyes that are tired and weighted
and turned us into sedated liars uninspired and gated.
Our conclusions about life are undesired and shaded.
Were urbanized to the point where our personal space has been invaded
by companies privatizing privacy and giving us convenience in return
and the trade-off is fatal but highlighting the negatives is the least of our concern.
It's an Ice Age and the melting of the metal is down to the wire
with the only sound coming from higher ground, in the rounds of the choir.
We've created an imbalanced environment with our hearts weighing
its a capitalist-complex that has loan sharks preying on lone sharks praying.
And the working poor pretends to know the source and wants to sort it out
but their not getting their story straight from the dead workhorse's mouth.
The middle class has no money but still buys property and designer retail
while the minorities are majoring in minor detail.
High strings has elevated the right wing but we rather buy things than fight kings
and kindly wait outside for spring while getting strike twice by lightening.
The environment on both fronts is targeting us in full disguise
and sharpened lies is what meets the bullseyes.
Were prisoners of hope in a metaphysical scope in this critical age
trying to make sense with our vibrations while facing an invisible cage.




To demand 'sense' is the hallmark of nonsense. Nature does not make sense. Nothing makes sense. - Ayn Rand

[Linxz]

Ayo vigil get my vote....


I felt his piece more, SAC your piece was cool. But I didn't like the story line.

[DiC GeTs GuLLy]

there's freeposting in matches.... you don't post unless it's a vote period...

not like it matters anymore, but it's in the rules...

[DiC GeTs GuLLy]

That's not a vote... just so you know Linxz... you might want to read the rules on voting.