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Witty
01-26-2013, 11:59 AM
When Innocence Dies

Disaster, grief, all manners of catastrophes
Man's disease, the cancer breeds from blasphemy
Bland beliefs mixed with passion, peace a passing treat
Flashing past us faster than they blast the heat
The dye is cast, too blind to even catch deceit
Hate flying fast, the lions see they have to feed
They lie to me, they laugh....they bleed.

The wind roars, rain creeps down, freezing under the breeze
Trees bustle, my feet hit the streets as the leaves rustle
The season of the deceased, when evil summons disease
Comes upon us to ease drop on your dreams, screams muffled
They live a fiends struggle, so I heed none of their pleas
I breathe trouble, I need my release from this brief tussle
Yet, grief doubles...depression tailor suited for my brain
Fate colluded with hate, polluted and ruined from the strain
Deluded they maintain to shoot me through the flames
So I dilute the oozing pain and push it through my veins
Making me foolish and insane, I'm losing in this game
...Now, you will do the same...
Trapped in an obscenity, my past lives with me mentally
I clash with my identity, my mask made from necessity
I craft hate within ecstasy, a cascade of complexity
A bad taste, left from the fast pace of supremacy
As a kid I'd get beaten and bruised, teased and abused
Depleted and used, my feet would bleed in my shoes
As I'd walk the streets, screaming....confused
Secreting the blues, my pain brought heat to the fuse
And now it burns evil, my turn to turn these tables
Burning angels scream in my soul, I spurn the fables
Discern the hateful and bring vengeance to misery
Make them beg for repentance, then sentence them instantly

Seething anger consumes me, as I creep through the night
The streets lay asleep, unaware that evil will strike
Policing the fight, I bring the screams and the fright
Conscience leaving, chest heaving, I fiend for a sight
Of the cowards, who bored through my core's center
My plan is to bring war to the door of my tormentors
Abhor enters my pores, I venture forward once more
Just a door now between me and my source of deplore
My soul forced to a roar, this scum within my clutches
I creep through the back, feeling the gun my finger touches
Ringing the bell, thinking of bringing them hell
A singular cell of fear is now beginning to swell
Blocking it from my mind, I remember what I'm after them for
The past...I rewind, get re-possessed...til a kid answers the door
Sees the gun, begins to panic, slams it and roars
I hadn't planned meeting a man with a family, I'm tore
Then finally I see his face, I stand...wracked
With nerves, as my mind blends to a flashback

He beats me with fists, refusing to cease or desist
Creasing the cyst my mind forms to ease me from this
Then she would come next, in a fever-some mix
Of Alcohol and Meth, in need of a fix
Evil exists in such people, they'd strip me naked
And rape me, to find 'peace' from sin they ached with
They'd blame me, yet I was their bubbly baby
Adopted from struggle, they wanted to save me
But depraved fiends having kids only slays dreams
As my memory begins to decay from flayed seams

Now, I have no mercy and no plan to let him go
Hate has lit a fire and I can't forget the glow
I don't need to hurt him, I'll give him prison instead
I need to find a way to kill a man, whose innocence is dead
He hates himself like I do, I can't hurt HIM...
...So I point the gun at the littlest kid's head...

Mike Wrecka
01-27-2013, 11:43 PM
aight Witty. good stuff. I was feelin this. some parts were very solid others you tried to push the envelope rhyme scheme wise and I don't think it worked.

The wind roars, rain creeps down, freezing under the breeze
Trees bustle, my feet hit the streets as the leaves rustle
The season of the deceased, when evil summons disease
Comes upon us to ease drop on your dreams, screams muffled
They live a fiends struggle, so I heed none of their pleas
I breathe trouble, I need my release from this brief tussle

this part. I see what you were tryin to do but I think it hurt the flow of the piece overall.


Seething anger consumes me, as I creep through the night
The streets lay asleep, unaware that evil will strike
Policing the fight, I bring the screams and the fright
Conscience leaving, chest heaving, I fiend for a sight
Of the cowards, who bored through my core's center
My plan is to bring war to the door of my tormentors
Abhor enters my pores, I venture forward once more
Just a door now between me and my source of deplore

this section was dope. no doubt . it ended strong . got better as it went on. good stuff.

Natural
01-04-2014, 07:12 AM
Bump