01-31-2013, 07:58 PM | #1 |
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Round 2: Tragic vs E2
E2:
It was diabolical: we could die like dogs and I reckoned The state would deny a possible biological weapon But we all knew what happened—we started getting sick And no one had an answer for the hardship we had lived The pain was fresh—how did this germ serrate the flesh? In order to find out I had to retrace its steps: First it crossed the Atlantic, infecting the Eastern seaboard Surviving freezing peaks it leaves the meanest streets torn And the bleeding ceases only when the heart stops It gestates for 4 months before you get a harsh thought Turned Haunta to medicine, the doomsday fans feted On a crusade for death in this new wave pandemic Our body’s defenses put on a lousy performance Immune systems are no match without reinforcements Sometimes I think we’re meant to lie in our beds and die Better spend my time wisely for the end is nigh Locked in my laboratory I’ll be safe for a while Till I wile away the hunger with the pain of denial But the delirium is back, better pack the bacterium Put it in the centrifuge and scan the anterior Then I discovered it—breached the viral firewall Cracked the code and coldly loaded all my files on I beat the bastard but I was exhausted on hands and knees At that point my bad dreams took a backseat to the vaccine Cause now I gotta think about humanity’s survival When you ain’t seen life in weeks, to have it is so vital Then I realized—yeah I got a panacea, but who wants to see it When everyone they know and love is long since deceased? Shit. It’s too late to save em all—I gotta save myself My family and friends are gone, I’ve got nobody else I’m the only one alive now—oh God, this is a curse To die without a bitch left to repopulate the earth Tragic: Here it is...kind of a hard topic, never seen the movie. Everyday I play the role of a double agent, im runnin' places Workin undercover cases, puttin guns to faces of troublemakers Sure its ugly, but I serve my country with verve and cunning Thats why no person's lucky when they get an urge to trust me Its likely plain I came and disguised my name for spying games Saved the United States, yet in time I gained no real kind of fame My sense of duty was above myself, or any incentive ruling Since the consensus choose me to give them my commitment fully Thats why I feel like im always locked within a constant prison My cost of living dictates common sense to never drop a mission It could be a strong conviction, for me of any wrong suspicions Its my agenda is to never stop to mention my thoughts or business But now God's a witness, I was faced with intelligence facts Could I support terrorist acts? Infact was I really better than that See when you're life & jobs on the line, your scared at it man More suprising to find out ya sons the target - it tears you in half As a veteran at, espionage and keeping an eye on foreign soil With the mourn & toil, were we really different with our war for oil? Torn in morals, I was watchin the big picture through peepholes But now I see whole, what would a country be without its people? Whats equal, whats evil: Whats the purpose for sworn men Overthrowing a lifeless sense of duty for family makes more sense So the preparation was in, death was decided & im setting it in Even if one generation has to die to prolong the next generation of kin Its the biggest choice of my life, hearing the voices outside Now by either the CIA, or terrorists - I had no choice but to die. All my life I wasnt anyone; God I wish I could tell him some, As my only son was fixin to kill me without knowin' who I really was |
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