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Final Cut They stand on opposing ends of the battlefield, just like it shouldn't be.Final Cut by ~Winged-Escapist
Weapons are heavy, and the magic of empty words is finally starting to dissipate. What's worth it anymore? While the two struggle to regain their last breaths, countless men lie dead, their sheer numbers outweighing the valiant ideals. Ideals, that perhaps were not so different after all.
And then, brother and sister rush at each other. Both are determined to deal the killing blow first, and both feel as if falling apart is just mere seconds away. Unshed tears glisten like starlight, and pray for the days of old when the twins were inseparable.
But hey, they'll still be together. Together in the sweet embrace of death's solace.
Together forever, for all eternity.
UnorthodoxHighway cradlesUnorthodox by ~Winged-Escapist
false fate abound.
Molds countless things,
thy Valley Sound.
Untread pavement
courts seeker hearts.
Devours keen,
ye Clear[?] Restart.
If turning back
to lose it all
crafts destiny
then here I'll fall.
From BeautyMaking absentee doubts quite clear,From Beauty by ~Winged-Escapist
I despise you to the fullest
/Slamming stone mindsets with dead kisses
Staunch, Malnourished, Rhythmic, Passion/
Do you want her as you once did,
Fathomless Beast of Mock Burdens?
Never again will notes run worlds
lacking in luminosity
/Generation Presentation/
What a drag, confessing a mess!
Everything burns through heaven's myth
/detonating a fonder Hell/
| When | What | How | ; that's all just fine but
I don't really understand WHY.
Bursting silver bells of blind sort
are bombs of your unproven facts
/dropping from bright black atmosphere --
radioactive crater craft/
So tick-tock friend, your time is up.
NO MORE PLAUSIBLE SOLUTIONS LEFT.
War is Over (Ants)Open cluttered asphaltWar is Over (Ants) by ~Winged-Escapist
closes over
reveals itself in the shadows
of former glory
Smoky like smoke,
this pretty blonde city.
And in this somewhere (with people galore)
a kiss booms, erupts, evoking
most intimate love sparks
spewing magma to lava -
Punctual swirls of fireworks.
Some go pop, Others go bang
While others still
go Pour
to fill hearts with blind
Celebration
Not to say that's a bad thing
Of Course.
But elsewhere mirth flees a crumbling empire.
Far from lifeless,
it still rings barren
Mothers, Fathers, Daughters, Brothers
All Slain
These victims of
impossible circumstance
live on eternally
massaging the world's most
sensitive pressure points
with tastes of Racism
Misery
Genocide
National Pride
See, we're left to sample
the bitter remains
because in the end
we are nothing more than ANTS
trying to salvage hills dealt with
by the Friendly
Neighboorhood Exterminator
to teach our children
a cruel lesson of
psychoanalytical sort of
a fou
ImpetusIs anyone there?Impetus by =tubbums32
Can anybody hear me?
Are these messages
Coming through clearly?
Over a year has gone by
Since I felt the ground beneath me.
How much longer must I wait
Till these binding walls release me?
There are so many worlds
Left to be discovered.
My mind is set on new horizons,
But you're holding me back.
If you are listening to this
Than we have reached the other side.
We've chosen the path
That you so readily denied.
Time, time
It only takes time
Wait it out...Wait
It only takes time
What–
What do you want from me?
I refuse to be the coal
That burns in your machine.
Why–
Why do I even try?
When there's so much
Holding me back from the open sky.
Sitting like a stone,
You don't budge at all.
Crying for relief,
I lie in disbelief.
Sitting by the phone
You act like you don't know.
What's it gonna take
Just to make you break?
Sta.sh
