Rhyme Battles with Kevin: Chronicles of the Airbenders

S:

We try to bend light, we try to bend air, trying to fight the night, fighting against fate, meaning in a mate, against this meaningless existence liberate.

K:

Well since we’re trying to bend light, might as well bend space, spin back time to the moment existence originates.

S:

Spinning back pasts and not futures, cell or spirit, clots and sutures, it was always about going forwards into future.

K:

Looking to the future means nothing without the past, history repeats itself, a cycle never surpassed. Existence has its meaning, its up to you to find it, the last moment  on earth, you’re last to define it.

S:

Keep searching for lost twigs at sea, the lost birch is as lost as a useless flea. No future forms from pasts, of tormented desires cast. Speak of creation, i seek for discovery. Who am I to create a meaning, a truthless dreaming?

K:

Lost twigs at Sea once indeed has its purpose, held a nest for a bird, therefore its done its service

S:

A service in the past is just that, tell me what those two twigs, did at the last.

K:

Without meaning, humanity may have lost it, we search for any clue, convinced we found it through a prophet. Creation and destruction, reality through the time, a twig fallen from the branch of eden, inherently divine.

S:

Better through a prophet than through these human senses about the cosmos gossip. Better to have lost it than make up stories for wasting time. Going back to divinity, tell me what is divine, in a love that could have been mine, searching for clues in rhymes, what is divine.

K:

Divinity? The questions been killin me, I’m better off counting infinity. But I can try so lets put it simply, it’s separation of body and soul, raining into me.

S:

Infinity, Canton got sets of them, I’d say better of with divinity, found in thoughts of insanity. Body and soul–a two year old girl raped, on the table, spoke of no soul.

K:

To the two year old, take a moment, god bless her soul, for everything she’s missed, her soul continues to exist. Personify evil and good as two brothers, cant coexist without one another, the smiles and those who suffer, heartbroken hopeless lover.

S:

Soul and body, body and mind, tell me where it exists, when this mind riddles shits. I looked in her eyes, and around her neck the noose ties, my mind spitting, nothing there, keep up your cries. Personified into brothers, Cain and Abel, slitting at throats, going back to prophets? Heartbroken lovers confirm all with a hopeless kiss.

K:

The noose eventually comes loose, a symbol of rape & ruthless abuse, the racial symbolism itself, is enough to pierce the core of the news, sparks for rage and violence, inexplicable silence, we fight for whats right, nothing happens, so whats the point in even tryin,

S:

From the hopeful to the damned, I reversed your sands, rape and abuse, violence and silence. Personified brothers then they must be, searching for love in the silence, caterers of gold to shrines, for our mind’s riddles we keep trying.

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