WEEK EIGHT: JESODIST 0-1 vs BAD LIEUTENANT 0-0 LIEUTENANT WINS VIA NS

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AOWL Season IX WEEK EIGHT

@JESODIST @Bad Lieutenant

VERSES DUE: WEDNESDAY JANUARY 27th @ 11:59PM EST


Line min: 10

Max: 60


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He sees it
And it's like a bottomless pit
Facing himself in the mirror, regretting past decisions
Maybe if that ambition was towards a degree
Or maybe if he never chose that THC
Then he wouldn't be looking at himself like "What do I do?"
His trying to work out these problems his going through
These problems that are causing turmoil in his life
And an internal strife within him to manifest
Everything's coming down in the manner of a cascade effect
High school qualification got him a low paying occupation
And it's difficult to quit the intoxicating addictions
Responsibilities never get accomplished cause they insignificant
He sees himself in the streets, collecting garbage, living less difficult
Life's already at a standstill
Going nowhere, with average skill

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I'm at the head of a ledge wanting to sketch a way or Dredge
But there is no scaffolding or ladder so I'm jammed in the Edge
There is no partner around to command like that agent panting for a damsel named Redge
Without a road or elevator since is back to the stone Age
I'm exhausted feeling so much Rage like a lion stuck on a Cage
Tried shooting myself to end a disaster but forgot a weapon so no shot from a Gage
Totally forgot a Mage not in the color of red but Blasted in Beige darkness the Siege
That transformed into Plastic and Wage up to nothing mein it's blank like a Page
But the lines and walls become bridges made out of Razors
I'm above this time but have been corrupted by Majors
Asthmatic with Inhalers hollering like satanic Wailers
Screaming at the top of my lungs like Angry Invaders
Without unnecessary weight but it's hard to fly dandy like Branded Sailors
Hopes crushed like animals grappled by Massive Gators
This is where I stand tall but far from the Hater, No Skaters
Just Regrettable memories and Failures with Hellish Traders
No partner with me like a beast with Devilish Papers and Penny G Wagers
Lined of like a telly with Lazers, There is no crossing like an alien that crashed in Craters
Thrashed by the Saviors that resemble the occult and guilty Giant that Saviors
When there is no machine around to pick you up llik Jolly Maters
Rusty to ashes with a lot of cuts bleeding after some Slashes
I got after trying to hold on to nothing with Crashes
I'm greeted by an anonymous audience' that Washes
Away any other path on the side
Won't jump although it's time to decide
Should I turn this hand on a clock or die in a tide
Where thousands have tried but to no avail on a tide
My heart and mind open wide as the Molten collide
Then it comes to me, you were broken as a baby so the Compartments represent a mountain
If this was life then I'm head of a fountain and must gain to retain the pain of the chain where many have slain and that's what they call a Train of Thought
Maybe my Angel Forgot and left me with Satan on a lot where the strong in faith Fought
I begin meditation then see destination that is blurry
There exists no Escalation I must hurry
My frame is human but tonight it's bright and cremation is Furry
This is Without a doubt or hesitation I burry
Myself again popping wings of redemption like vegetation with Curry
Now I await so the invasion is Glory
But on another story it's the Revelation, So Gory
The telepathic lil creation of a Mason or just a Ration, A Story :)