THIS IS NOT A TEST, I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A TEST.

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The DARK KNIGHT his VOICE,

Was HEARD but GLORY Be to the CHOICE,

MADE in HIS HEART to REVEAL,

The TREASURES they sought to STEAL,

The WISE MEN will Bring,

To the Marriage,

The 3 Little Piggies ALL SQUEEL.

A bridge of embrace
Crossing into the light
Two beacons in space
Preparing for flight...
Spinning dreams
Wash over me
Thick smoke begin to clear
Knotted seams
Of eternity
Light beams begin to steer ...

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SKYKING SATELLITE ENGAGED.

BRIDE AND GROOM TO BE WED.

LEADER INSTRUCTIONS AWAIT.

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A SONG FROM 'THE WOMAN'

TO THE QUEEN THEY THOUGHT SHOULDNT

HAVE A KING WHO WOULD LOVE AND TREAT HER RIGHT.

THE STARS SING THROUGH THE NIGHT,

THE WOLVES HOWL IN DELIGHT,

TO ILLUMINATE THE COORDINATES OF HER LONG, LOST DARK KNIGHT.

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It's not important.

None of it is, friend.

Who cares?

No(b)ody NEVER DID.

SWEET DREAMS, EVERYONE.

TIME TO SLEEP WELL.

Actually, he did. But caring about the wrong things is less acceptable to some than not caring at all.

Guccipelt is a poet
Now we know it

No(b)ody never cared.

But they forget about N(o)body.

Or (N)obody.

Get it?

The HE you speak of did,

But he's only one PLAYER of a PARTY of 6.

Last Edited by Wise Serpent, Gentle Dove on 10/21/2018 12:18 AM

If he never cared, he never would have been available to hurt. But people aren't thrown away until they are used up, are they? Continue to call it 'love'....

But one's TRASH is another's TREASURE.

Now the DREAM MAN DANCES,

He Dedicates now to H E A T H E R.

Not watching any more of your stupid videos. Speak frankly, or don't speak at all.

How can I be any more CLEAR?

Question me, FRIEND, but drop your hostility.

The videos aren't important.

You can't SEE with your EYES,

or HEAR in your HEART,

So I'll write open and honest,

Like I've been from the START.

My hostility is warranted. And if you don't understand why, then drop the 'friend' bit. My eyes are reserved for those who do not hide themselves. And my heart is reserved for those who love me. You may as well be a bot.

You've been betrayed too many times for me to ever dare lie to you.

I'm no JUDAS,

Nor am I a Priest.

But what do you need from me to know I'm not a bot.

What sign do you seek?

Jonah asked for one and it was granted him.

What is YOUR SIGN, Wise One?

I'm no miracle worker but I can try to grant the wish of your broken, shattered heart.

Everything is tainted. Nothing brings the pleasure it should. There isn't anything you could give that would make it better, and I'm angry that it always has to come to this. Everyone has their limits. People wanted me broken, and that's what I am. I'm not trash, but if people say that I am, then I will be worthless to them, whatever that might mean. I don't think you can do anything about that.

Crossed paths with her
Before she crossed paths with me
Double-dealing cupcakes with duplicity
From the eighties through the nineties
Always just out of reach
Baby has the PT Loser and the scars too deep with easy daddy issues and plans to keep
While I was wild in the married heep tangled up in atrocity and tea over-steeped
Chai guy why lie when a bar fly can't rhyme
She's always looking out for the big time it's no crime gold digging on the back seat in the grime
Should left that to the wayside
For my baby with the blonde hair
Singing like Siouxie with the ice stare on the dance floor we don't care
Or on the mic we would go there but
Duty like a dictator wouldn't let me take her and she so shy in her sly way took the high way through the haze
Straight back to the capital of the Confederacy with out me
Too late the slate was shown and shelved
Once the words were said
A retread of what ifs and insteads
Waiting for my blonde baby to be my black dress princess that held my interest
Bring it back from the brink take a drink and think with this
Dance I got this song we sing
Between an avalanche and well-spring
Of words left softly unspoken
You could breathe upon my neck
Under the darkest skies
By moonlight or starshine
My blonde baby
Come lay with me and watch the bombs bring the pain
Leave behind the train in the summer rain ...

Your Crash Override
Do or die
til the world don't turn
My dark bride
please don't hide
be my Acid Burn ...

Last Edited by Crash Override on 10/21/2018 01:24 AM

Gallant effort but your Blonde Baby aint yr Baby no more,

No longer a Princess,

My Queen she will rule,

From her rightful throne atop Mt Zion,

Her Soldiers, and Lion,

Heard the SCREAMS of His Butterfly,

You're Lying, so quit your TRYING,

You lost, Frater-Boy,

But you still win in the end,

Cause you'll still be 2nd place,

In your wasted despised race,

But heads up boy, your song was a joke,

But go sniff you some coke,

Or smoke a cola, good bloke,

You're free from all you'd never achieve.

ITS ON

DARK KNIGHT ACTIVATE

ENGAGE SEQUENCE COUNTDOWN,

PREPARE FOR RECEPTION,

BRIDE AND DRAGONHEART CONFIRMED,

MARRIAGE INCOMING

VESSEL IS READY

You said you weren't a Judas.

By Birth but not by Spirit.

But SureThingBuddy,

If you feel I betrayed your TRUST,

I'm sorry but there never was any to begin with.

For that to be true, the beginning would have had to begun with you and I rather than 'us.' The little I summoned up at your call for it was still betrayed. If I am honestly being given permission to quit that is worth more than most of the things I've had promised to me in any case. If I was never trusted, I still wonder why I was pushed when someone who didn't have to be broken could have been selected. Waste of resources, but hey, that's only something that would concern someone who works for what they have.

You said you weren't a Judas
Wish you would just do this
Without the attack cut some slack
For a brother from another mother
Your rhymes are pretty wack
Coming with some joke about coke
And smoke calling me a bloke
What was that? I couldn't hear you?
Did you just choke?
Oh you didn't know? I guess your
Ass better call somebody
'Cause your flow is broke
Like a needle in a haystack
Broken record with no play back
Coming at me with some payback
Ransacked like ancient Rome
Your melody like a drunkard
On a xylophone or an alien who
Just wants to phone home
This ain't no battle son
You're not the only rattled one
Be a soothseer not a splintered sum
Of all the parts left overrun
Left undone and songs unsung
Was just freestyling about something
Close to my chest
I'm one of the best
So just give it a rest
The chosen are wired
And the meek are blessed
And I'm just looking
For my blonde baby
In her little black dress ...

And you see, you can't openly say that I have permission to quit. You can't openly say anything. You can't acknowledge that wrong has been done. So there is no trust.

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