IC: Sureal .vs. Ill-Mental
 

In.

In.

Tic Toc.
When The Hand Reaches One, The Clock Breach Is Done.
Children Speeches Shunned, Un Willing Teachers Run.
When The Hand Reaches Two, The Hand Passes Through.
For The Minds Glasses Moved, Blind Masses Choose.
When The Hand Reaches Three, Thoughts Turn To Thee.
Unconscious Debris, From Singular Thoughts Of Me.
When The Hand Reaches Four, All Plees Go Ignored.
Lies Go On No More, Some Far Fetched Yet Explored.
The Times of Five Through Ten, Are A Bloody Blur.
Heartache Transfered, Life Or Death Whats Prefered.
From Ten To Eleven, Clocks Hand Stuck At Half Past.
In Behalf of Contrast, Flags To Hang At Half Mast.
Indulgence Of Death, Causing Many To Feel Denial.
Tribulation To Trial, Death Leaves With A Smile.
Inner Workings Of Souls, Run Weary and Uncontrolled.
Walk, Run Or a Stroll, Do You See Life As A Whole.
Imaginations Run Wild, Bearing Minds Of The Child.
From Life to Havoc, When's The Last Time You Smiled.
The Hand Reaches Twelve, Mourners Start To Dwell.
Then Hearts Start To Swell ,Is This Heaven Or Hell.
Hell's Fury Released, The Clocks Power Increased.
Internal Thoughts At Least, Love Kills The Beast.
For The Clock Is A Metaphor, For Us To Explore.
What Once Was Ignored, Means More Than Ever Before.
Survival Comes As A Shock, Life Drawn Out In Chalk.
Reversed Feelings Mock, Again You Hear The Tic-Toc..

Give Ill The Win...

Im out For A Couple Months..

Take Me Out Of League.

^^^^fuckin sureal.... what are you thinkin.... retard i swear.... he'll be back by next week by the latest.... but i guess i get the win

nah....he will be under an alias nobody will know of...you watch...

sureal wins via no-show.