Bobble heads wobble to music gavel
Bass hits with its grips and the mind flips
Gobble some more candy kids, its hip
Stumble past confusion into a dream's illusion
Eardrums rattle as the tune drips in and rips
Open the door and invite the wolf in
Where to hide? The enemy is inside
In his eyes confide like a timid child
Losing innocence with each mistake
Decrepit morale is running scared
Evil and hate are irrigating fresh roots
Poison trickles in like a mountain spring
Cold and clean, quick to freeze ideals
Feel the bass hit like a gavel come down
The judge and jury scurry to flurry worry
Society agrees get these kids off the street
Society believes history is the best repeat
I'll slip the grips of mankind's vice
Never see me cross paths twice
Too busy living strange, random
Corrupt the generations to come
Forget the morality of our fathers
Enough inherited troubles to trifle
Carry the torch into the mouth
Of a decaying ideal we reveal
A dying flame to light the way
Through the darkest of times
A contest entry
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Comments
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very unique. and cool. some parts had, for a lack of a better term, street feel, and then others had this sitting around a campfire philosophizing feel, all intertwined and becoming one, not overpowering each other or throwing the other off. nice job, and very interesting. fun to read
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Wow, that is very interesting. I like it. Good job on putting it together. QS
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Pretty impressive...I know you got the glossary out for this one...lol...
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Great
Very versatile. Incredible use of the English language.
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