Aight I want in The Council. I am a topical head, so here are two of my topical verses.
Topic was Essence of Time.
Alpha
Warmth is disappearing as I look around,
Moreover, watch as I leave the home that I found,
I object to this decision, God hear my sound!
I refuse to be cut from which I once was bound.
Mezzo
My home is nothing now, I cannot remember,
What sparked this ember to engage my anger?
Why do I feel as if my life is nothing but sand,
That some man can end it with the press of his hand?
I look as I feel, helpless and without control,
Outside my body is warm but inside I feel cold.
So many changes impact me I can hardly move,
Having to leave my old home yet again I do not approve.
Why must I lose everything to try and regain it back?
Is there something wrong with me? What do I lack?
I once crawled, walked, but now I must run,
To try and keep up with the life of my son.
I thought retirement was easy, meant you were done,
I have a remaining stretch to go though, last one.
Omega
Once proud and tall reduced to a foreign figure,
The presence of my old strength inside me still lingers.
God cursed my life, from the birth until my death,
He made sure I had pain for every single breath.
The changes in my body and mind cursed many lives,
People don’t know how many times I wished I’d die.
But when it comes to meet him, I will say I loved it,
That I cherished every day, perhaps every minute.
In the end I question my self, what really is time?
Is it the essence of our existence, or the existence of our mind?
Topic was A Plane Crash in Darkness.
Time To Think
If a trees falls in a forest did it really collapse?
If no one sees that one dessert does it really exist?
If I enlist but no one sees, did I really sign my name?
If life is a game is anyone following the rules to play?
If a plane crashes in the night did it really hit the ground?
Or is it just your mind playing tricks with sounds?
The Plane Crash
As blackness surrounds this vessel how do I compare?
Defying physics while floating in the depleted air.
The lights twinkle below me twinkle as in they decided to wave
To remind me of all the people that once were lost that I saved
Minor turbulance worries me, but I know that I remain safe,
People now start praying but little do they know it is too late
The engine has now blown, why do they think of God now?
Since death lurks behind their breath God should care somehow?
As the little ones cry, I just see the lights coming into view,
We are now close enough that I see the morning's dew.
As mass chaos ensues I just laugh the pain away,
Because in my life this is just another day.
Ending
My plan for this world is simple, something easy to understand,
To fight over sounds and pieces of this meaningless land.
My name is the devil, and I consume every single thought,
I take responsibility for every battle that has ever been fought
If darkness consumes the night then did you really sleep?
Or was the loss of life really just a logistic dream?