[Prodi G]

The Journal of Sky, Wanderer of the lost cities.

I stand in a room all alone, my HEART FULL OF HATRED. My life, my city, my hopes, my dreams, ain’t even a START FOR WHATS TAKEN. I lie in my CIRCLE OF ASHES, in the middle of the dilapidated CITY OF SCARS. So tell me what’s the point of being VERBAL IN MATCHES, when the only thing PRETTY IN CARS is the rotted dead bodies that WAIT INSIDE. A heart beating in the fetid capital of destruction, for it only to be a remnant of what was left, a hollow shell, a GREAT DISGUISE. I wander off onto the edge of oblivion, with all my tattered memories behind, as I stare down death in its HATEFUL EYES. We took advantage of all we had, such WASTEFUL FLIES. Till we got squattted down by our “BENEVOLENT” MASTERS. Is it a coincidence that most of the accused are our THE PREVALENT PASTORS. We let our city go to shit, lit our LIVES UP IN FLAMES, we all thought we were free but we were all TIED UP IN CHAINS. Misbelieved our actions would have effect but EFFECTIVELY PROVED WRONG. So god gave up on our race and COLLECTIVELY MOVED ON. But it was our fault to begin with, we were our own SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE, Jesus died for our sins, and we go ahead and kill OURSELVES RIGHT BY the SEWER SIDE.

— Act 2–

I move on past the DILAPIDATED SHIT, nothing exists anymore except FOR AMPUTATED LIMBS, and the skeletal remains of DECAPITATED PIMPS. The sunlight glimmers over our BURNING HELL-HOLE, moving past the ashen remains of all that ceased to exist while having a YEARNING FELL SOUL. There is nothing left here but tragedy, BARBED CHOIRS, BONFIRES, and the sins of our fathers before us. The RAZOR BLADES LAYS A STRAY path across this PHASED BLAZE we used to call home. Needles polluting my mind, and RAPING MY SOUL, TAKING CONTROL. EPHEMERAL SPIRITS of our inEVITABLE LIMITS splayed across our city proving humanity is nothing but filth. I move towards the BLAZING SUN, into the carnivorous deserts profound precinct. I find a lonely girl even more alone than I, with tears in her EYES, crying for all, PRAISING NONE. I took her under my wing, and try to guide her back to the safehaven, THE CITY. But as wander to yonder way I feel ‘none, BUT PITY. Sadness eventuallly ENCOMPASSES THE BOTH OF US. As I start questioning my sanity, the mental SUBSTANCES OF THE BOTH OF US. Will we manage to escape and live our lives TOGETHER? Our will we be tied down and defeated, tied to the wall and live our lives bound BY LEATHER.

— Act 3 —

Finally I’m sance once more, fine IN THE HEAD. That girl from earlier, she’s now lying IN THE BED. Sleeping so soundly, so comfortably, despite the horrible conditions. Or the fact that I accidentally stained the pillow and sheets a CRIMSON RED. The “dye” spread all across her pretty little head, falling down the RUSTED DEBRIS, falling in small droplets, and in small rivers. Us being together is my TRUSTED DECREE. As she is forever bound to the bed and CRUSTED TO ME. But my trusted tool lies beside her beautiful face, now BARE AND FLESH. As the signature of the glass share writes across my chest, BARON DEATH. I look through my delusional notes and nearly throw up at what I HAD DONE. Curb stomped her head off the near melted iron of the rebar, splattered her head ACROSS THE WALL. So then I searched through her wallet and found the biggest LOSS OF THEM ALL, she HAD SONS. I sit now in a pool of my own blood, and think about what had happened. I think back to the very first day that I met her, the day that taking care of her was my GREATEST HOBBY. And realized a detail that made my skin crawl and my soul sunder to the very gods of the planet, she was already dead, I brought back a lifeless SADIST BODY.

---------- Post added at 02:00 AM ---------- Previous post was at 01:56 AM ----------

I know it isn’t 32 lines, it’s 40, but consider it extra content, as I had to fit in all of the narrative I wanted (still didn’t fit in the gruesome part that I had planned for act 4, will post if wanted.). Anyway I went with three different writing styles in this one. First act is supposed to be a “Self-Reflective” style, giving backstory onto why the city was dilapidated. The second act was supposed to be a descriptive style verse, talking about Sky, wandering through the deserted city, trying to find human life. The third act was my attempt to write a narrative, story-telling verse, mixed in with a little bit of horror too. I wrote this in 30 mins for the deadline for Jun 1, so please don’t give me shit for this being really bad.

[Prodi G]

The Journal of Sky, Wanderer of the lost cities.

I stand in a room all alone, my HEART FULL OF HATRED. My life, my city, my hopes, my dreams, ain’t even a START FOR WHATS TAKEN. I lie in my CIRCLE OF ASHES, in the middle of the dilapidated CITY OF SCARS. So tell me what’s the point of being VERBAL IN MATCHES, when the only thing PRETTY IN CARS is the rotted dead bodies that WAIT INSIDE. A heart beating in the fetid capital of destruction, for it only to be a remnant of what was left, a hollow shell, a GREAT DISGUISE. I wander off onto the edge of oblivion, with all my tattered memories behind, as I stare down death in its HATEFUL EYES. We took advantage of all we had, such WASTEFUL FLIES. Till we got squattted down by our “BENEVOLENT” MASTERS. Is it a coincidence that most of the accused are our THE PREVALENT PASTORS. We let our city go to shit, lit our LIVES UP IN FLAMES, we all thought we were free but we were all TIED UP IN CHAINS. Misbelieved our actions would have effect but EFFECTIVELY PROVED WRONG. So god gave up on our race and COLLECTIVELY MOVED ON. But it was our fault to begin with, we were our own SELF RIGHTEOUS SUICIDE, Jesus died for our sins, and we go ahead and kill OURSELVES RIGHT BY the SEWER SIDE.

— Act 2–

I move on past the DILAPIDATED SHIT, nothing exists anymore except FOR AMPUTATED LIMBS, and the skeletal remains of DECAPITATED PIMPS. The sunlight glimmers over our BURNING HELL-HOLE, moving past the ashen remains of all that ceased to exist while having a YEARNING FELL SOUL. There is nothing left here but tragedy, BARBED CHOIRS, BONFIRES, and the sins of our fathers before us. The RAZOR BLADES LAYS A STRAY path across this PHASED BLAZE we used to call home. Needles polluting my mind, and RAPING MY SOUL, TAKING CONTROL. EPHEMERAL SPIRITS of our inEVITABLE LIMITS splayed across our city proving humanity is nothing but filth. I move towards the BLAZING SUN, into the carnivorous deserts profound precinct. I find a lonely girl even more alone than I, with tears in her EYES, crying for all, PRAISING NONE. I took her under my wing, and try to guide her back to the safehaven, THE CITY. But as wander to yonder way I feel ‘none, BUT PITY. Sadness eventuallly ENCOMPASSES THE BOTH OF US. As I start questioning my sanity, the mental SUBSTANCES OF THE BOTH OF US. Will we manage to escape and live our lives TOGETHER? Our will we be tied down and defeated, tied to the wall and live our lives bound BY LEATHER.

— Act 3 —

Finally I’m sance once more, fine IN THE HEAD. That girl from earlier, she’s now lying IN THE BED. Sleeping so soundly, so comfortably, despite the horrible conditions. Or the fact that I accidentally stained the pillow and sheets a CRIMSON RED. The “dye” spread all across her pretty little head, falling down the RUSTED DEBRIS, falling in small droplets, and in small rivers. Us being together is my TRUSTED DECREE. As she is forever bound to the bed and CRUSTED TO ME. But my trusted tool lies beside her beautiful face, now BARE AND FLESH. As the signature of the glass share writes across my chest, BARON DEATH. I look through my delusional notes and nearly throw up at what I HAD DONE. Curb stomped her head off the near melted iron of the rebar, splattered her head ACROSS THE WALL. So then I searched through her wallet and found the biggest LOSS OF THEM ALL, she HAD SONS. I sit now in a pool of my own blood, and think about what had happened. I think back to the very first day that I met her, the day that taking care of her was my GREATEST HOBBY. And realized a detail that made my skin crawl and my soul sunder to the very gods of the planet, she was already dead, I brought back a lifeless SADIST BODY.

---------- Post added at 02:00 AM ---------- Previous post was at 01:56 AM ----------

I know it isn’t 32 lines, it’s 40, but consider it extra content, as I had to fit in all of the narrative I wanted (still didn’t fit in the gruesome part that I had planned for act 4, will post if wanted.). Anyway I went with three different writing styles in this one. First act is supposed to be a “Self-Reflective” style, giving backstory onto why the city was dilapidated. The second act was supposed to be a descriptive style verse, talking about Sky, wandering through the deserted city, trying to find human life. The third act was my attempt to write a narrative, story-telling verse, mixed in with a little bit of horror too. I wrote this in 30 mins for the deadline for Jun 1, so please don’t give me shit for this being really bad.