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"Sars" - Red
6 43%
The Gatherer - Navy
6 43%
Untitled - Green
2 14%
Voters: 14.

New Jersey isn't so far as trust, but you'll learn that on your own.
I'll be waiting in Darktown, on the tressle.
Like summer nights in Coplay, learning about conversation.
For now I can skulk, pointing the finger's fun anyhow.
I guess I've come prepared this time.
It's no great abyss in moods, just a little pinch.
Dissappointment. Guess I'm not so moved this time.
I've caught your disease, it's kind of average.
A mediocre plague to cool the heart to lukewarm.
Darling, you've become the bird flu.

The Gatherer

I am the man who lives all alone
in the place that nobody has seen
where snow falls like waves and the sun knows no home
in darkness I lie and wait

Search no more, for the master of tears
for he's found his barren thoughts here
when the drops by his feet dried before he could blink
I destroyed him in the palm of my grief

And when the martyr of sin came to lie by my door
where he moaned like a dog in the shadows
I cast him not even scraps or bones
But consume did he, with an atheist's tongue

Yes, I am that man who collects all the dreams
of hope that might be forgotten
And I am the man in whom pain is born
in a blackness with no door
So, think you are lost and find my words here
where once light burned through the clouds
But know I exist in worlds only my own
Know I can be, but never go home


Dark climbs to the sky,
Midnight in the Lion’s Den.
A chill runs through my spine,
But I feel the warmth of my friend.
The dark is deep and coyotes howlin’,
Out of sight and mind a malice malign.

We see the edge of the land,
But freedom is just out of hand.
We whisk through trees of shadow,
Lawful lights through the window.
Think I’m safe; I do not comprehend,
Must use my wits or I’ll be penned.

Midnight in the Lion’s Den,
And I don’t know if I’ll make it through.
I wish I were free like I was then,
But instead I am in deep pursuit.

Out of breath and out of time,
Waiting by the pond, black and arcane.
The hidden cache, time spent in vain.
Buried treasure to later find,
Through winding paths and forbidden plains,
Time slips; down the hourglass fall the grains.

Midnight in the Lion’s Den,
And I don’t know if I’ll make it through.
I wish I were free like I was then,
But instead I am in deep pursuit.

I feel the rush and adrenalin flow,
Cruise on to the streetlight glow.
Flying past the Guardian’s sanctum,
Shrouded as phantoms, the five hoodlums.
We race to freedom, no debt to be paid.

Midnight in the Lion’s Den,
And know I’ll make it through.
I’ll be free like I was then,
No more fleeing from you
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.
Sars has a mood and a feeling to it. The Gatherer was interesting, but I've seen many similar to it before, and although it has a nice style, it didn't astir anything in me. Good wording though. Untitled just seemed... devoid of feeling to me. That could be, and in fact is for everything I would think, a personal thing.
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I like all 3, Green paints a decent story, as does blue. But red is the most inventive of the 3. so that it be.
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.