[DF:WK6] Sound vs SacriFICE (Sound No-Shows)

[Lucifa]

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Sound
Active Worth: 005pts
Vs.
SacriFICE
Active Worth: 005pts

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Prove Your Worth

[SacriFICE]

"The woman is not for turning." - Margret Thatcher

Seeing demonstrations of underdeveloped reason
has mutated the Will
-to survive. The truth shaped and distilled.
Speaking Heaven's grace is nothing hell can't believe in,
a new place to be killed,
-choose a side. A muse placed in the thrill.
To arrive with roots inside
the mind, confusion in a new delight.
Forever placed in another's wealth and diseases.
Helpless in pieces, a separate Matrix
with thunderous storms.
Plunders and torn lovers with scorn to
transform their suffrage to War.
Shoot the sky, the few alive,
due to maneuvers at night, no truer disguise.
Trust in the poor and the reign of the dear.
She's so great and it's clear,
until you discover the warm blood in the core.
Her fang's attempt at shaving the beard,
on the face of the clear danger and weird
-suggestions to escape and remain and appear
the same but the sheer
amazement and blame you place on the change.
Well... it's safe to say you have changed.

And if it's still all fair in lust and diplomacy,
There's probably a bit too much in control of peace.

It's the Will of the Tragic.
Fulfillment and lack of brilliance and Magic.
So we kill in the blackness.
Living within the children of past shifts.
The paradigms are there to climb.
So grab a friend and share a vine.
Perhaps the grapes you're prepared to find,
can be smashed into the rarest Wine.
But is it really fair of Time?
To tick away like the distance of existence,
a persistence that you witness in the terrorized.
They emerge from the shadow to ask if you can spare a dime.
The human kindness, sterilized
by brutes and blindness.
And the Truth reminds us;
If you can manage to locate,
every branch of your old age,
there's a chance you could grow, change
and advance through your soul's gates.
Latched by attachment to madness,
emotion assassins.
Remotes in your homes, controlling what happens.

The Human Will, not only is Tragic.
It's something we have chosen,
something we have broken.
And now were frozen distractions;
our only motions and actions...

...You decide the ending.
At least then there's a bit of hope in this Advent.