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Khay’s tourney semis // 16-18 line written poetic verse // No instrumental attached
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Youthful buds spring out from dead flower beds
- A life has been born anew, ten hours left
- We place the blood on children’s hands as they exit the womb
- Childhood might be good if there was less shit to do
- They grow up so fast, responsibility is the opposition
- Why don’t we stop the victims? Those hands on the manmade clock are twisted
- And so the youthful buds shrivel up, masked by the petals of their ancestors
- Petals don’t protect the scared children underneath, stampeded by speech and hand gestures
- Rejectin water and sunshine on a whim, the florist is in astonishment
- Newly planted seeds picked out of greed by the horseman of the apocalypse
- Plant the seeds, extract the weeds, tell me how I can help these plants to thrive
- So I can say “they grow up so fast” and act surprised as they die
- Every flower that blooms feels the cold touch of the reaper
- Every child believes they’ll stay young AND grow up, but it’s neither
- Trees contain the wisdom of thousands of years
- Each crooked branch hangs over a ground soaked with tears
- Who tells children of the rage that builds up with age? The longing clouded by fear?
- The past is an unnoticed warning that the future ain’t how it appears
DEFENDER'S RAP
- "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream"
- I find the -self- trapped in a fantasy of how one is deemed to be perceived,
- For they don't see me, nor my shadow, only the image in their mirror,
- GAZE, dark, cloudy,
- that holds a mind that only accepts, my being, if, I, negate myself,
- But there's no life, in living within the negative, so I repelled,
- Yelled, NO, to the MASTER-SLAVE dialectic, I thought,
- couldn't let this soul die, and let, them, stitch up some domestic-hated
- corpse, of what used to be the linework of MY inner being,
- there's no life, in living within the negative, any -Self- shouldn't, be created from other's nightmares or dreams,
- it wouldn't, be false, if I said that I love the tingle of flesh, and puke at actions that demolate a women's soul,
- it wouldn't, be false, if I said that my mind races with thoughts of the strength of my identity, not, the differences you like to call savagery
- it wouldn't, be false, if I said a man that I respect once said "I have a dream",
- and it wouldn't, be false, when I say I lie awake, aware that I've fallen into the scheme that is the gaze's web
- I thought my being was picked freely, but I realized I relied on negating the negation,
- in search of a positive, and so I am within a box still, and, it continues to tell me, there's no life, in living within the negative,