Rygar

[trap.]

Name: Rygar aka Skyney aka GhostHed
Reps: HG, Sethros, Mentalz, RM, UPN

Title: "Becoming"

The wire-tap sill borders the painting of a fire cast still
Metal detectors never had a problem with my iron clad will
Until now, or maybe I had a conversion today
>From man to machine,
See for yourself when the steel curtain is raised
And the ceiling is dropped, I’m here wielding my thoughts
Salvation is my only objective, feeling is not
I try to reel-in the plot, using my die-cast heart
The story rejects my bait and the time-lapse starts
Every breath sounds so clean, in this alloy dream
Until I exhale violently, cuz the circuitry drowns voice streams
Becoming something else, through magnetically-charged birth
Beautiful electromolecules fusing this aesthetically spawned curse
Personality drained, originality’s a thing of the past
Religion’s true face, witness it missing its mask
The flame is doused, my thoughts become a lost design
But I can’t go on, alas, my mind’s no longer mine

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Title: "Thorned Halo"

Deceit orbits truth and dilutes the clean space between
World apart, it hurls afar the faintest scream that taints the dream
The taste is clean, says the fork as a laud, while the Porcelain God
Flushes down the idealism once digested and stored in the heart
Malice storms the fields with iron masks, and torches purity
Against her will, a pregnant Mother Earth has her abortion nervously
And in quick succession, introspection leaves existence threatened
While the witless step in, blow a kiss to heaven and hold their fists and
weapons
The air sings oppression while wind and fire try to mute the sound
This battle is a performance, and staccato bloodshed moves the crowd
Life fights but loses ground, slowly but surely its face becomes empty
Demons bathe in the dead sea, Archangels pray in assembly
The heart showed its red before the dark horse was bred
Setting up a conflict that can only resolve when war roars its head
Cuz it’s dark in hell, but even darker under dogma’s spell
The result left God expelled, when the first thought rebelled

[Saint]

Rygar:
Friendships that last, people’s intentions unmasked
A mixture of climates, as if the temperature clashed
The sun’s sultry radiance covered by silver clouds…
…that blends harmony with shape, and scenery tilts the sound
Look away once, and you’ll feel like you’re missing out
The light serving to counteract and govern the hills of doubt
Imagening landscapes, God’s paintbrush is busy today
I’m tired, but sleep would only result in dimming his trace
And my girl, beauty dwells in both her face and mind
The tapestry of her virtue used to drape our lives
And she’s so honest, smarter than a brilliant author of books
Everyday she morphs into how I want her to look
But I can’t tell the difference, I purchased the bliss
I know reality’s shapeless, and yet I yearn for a kiss
I have a successful career, an income of incredible size
And parables cite how to put an end to the fear
But I can’t read, at least, I can’t read anything negative
This is the pain of real life being hit with a sedative
A dreamworld, of sweet comfort and glory
Until I realize it’s a web of deceit spun in a story
Life isn’t like this, it’s time to step back to the present
Some create their own prison, I imagined my heaven
The only fault that I noticed, there were no flaws to be known
How can I take delight in the highs, if I’ve never experienced the lows?
It tasted good to be honest, I was inventive and free…
But without the sour, the sweet isn’t as sweet


Optima:

Earth is now in time, that we'll hold in mythology
What blood has been shed for, the total equality
I look in the mirror, theres not a crack or a stain
So I look at my fellow man, but he's exactly the same
Technically my body's perfect, but I've really discovered
That its not, because I can't differenciate between me and the others
Constant euphoria, all other tools are null
Driving down the road of emotions on cruise control
But this is the world I created, its my concept
Now I finally realise, that perfection is imperfect
I must have made a mistake, admittedly that is
The price that you pay, when you make Utopia average
Something I must think of, in this world that I've made
Didnt just take the edge off the knife, but snapped off the blade
You can eat as much as you want, without recieving a pound
Or put a bullet in ya head, without a scream from the crowd
As you wont be able to feel it, no skin being torn
There is no good, euphorias mediocre, when it is the norm
Now i can see my mistakes, the light is just dawning
I took stock of my life, and my share prices had fallen
But now I understand, the rough comes with the smooth
Its not natural to take sadness away form the mood
I used to wanna be in control, now im not fearing anarchy
How can you know ecstacy, if you've never experienced agony

[Saint]

"Mutiny on the High Seas"

1737…I boarded my ship “Faye” and set sail…

As I pull away from the dock, an impulse tainted my thoughts
What if the ship crashes into something, while draped in the fog?
But I received her message, which showed details of her promise
So I stared fear in the face and chose to set sail for my goddess
If death called--I’d stand in defiance, it would be more than just hell
For you--I’d battle Poseidon, and face a storm by myself
Our love is eternal, and I’m always appeased by her kiss
I’m not lying when I say she’s the main reason I live
I think an epiphany is what my dedication had brung
But nothing could prepare me for my revelation to come…

Day 15…one day before reaching my destination…

I woke up to a stunning display of my morphed reality…
Of my mind constructing an existance formed by anarchy
The waves were holograms, the sky was cracking paint
My skin was shedding plastic and my hands were fake
But this was no illusion, and liars don’t float
I looked down to see that I’d been riding in a styrofoam boat
So I took the message from the bottle, and read it aloud
My thoughts of love had now become those of deception and doubt
For it read: “Henry, I’m sorry you had to find out like this…but…
My love isn’t real, and to be honest…I don’t exist”
That’s when my paper mache heart sank into my rubber soul
Reality, how I knew it…was so much fun to hold
I’m tossing myself overboard, my life’s not real and I don’t want to pretend
Before drowning I notice my boats name added the letters ‘ke’ at the end