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• Artiste: Hitokiri Battousai
• Titre: Bilgabeasts
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It was six months before the year two thousand and six had to leave my planet, signs read ”overcrowded in Blitz” This Journey they’d say, would somehow enrich fix this slouchin' kid, just one of the many loud proud misfits, who would bum around town for kicks, on the ?gearagable? ship, I sat next to a chatty woman, Frau Lynn Ritz two week trek , felt great as I stepped off, ground shrouded in mist anxiousness and fear swept over me, kissed by the cloud’s fist Days became months, months turned years in the land of the ?bilgabeasts? rearrange my gears, inability to process milk n’ wheat I witnessed peers relationships wilt n’ cease practiced mental fitness battling through frontiers of skilled thieves some kept weary open eyes while others ceased to build beliefs Though streets were relatively calm they were clearly still policed Fierce warriors chose Harakiri or suffered ill-defeat It was here I learned sometimes you have to climb a hill, to feast an ancient tauren druid helped release the inner owl in me wingspan grew in this the ?Nebulan? Galaxy an era of trial and error helped shape reality not in this system or Blitz however, was the Gal for me As I walk a boulevard of broken screens I hear the whispers of the lost children's hopes and dreams Pain, coupled with anger suffocating choked esteem outward boasts masked inner screams of toasted fiends barely a float it seems held down by roped wings in a graveyard while haunted ghosts gleaned I wrote and gleamed Ice hooligans posted up depictions of war could hear the piercing screech of spaghetti and white hawks distant roars made the same mistakes as the armies of Britain lords ancient symbols defaced the temples with blatant insults didn't expect resistance thought it'd be basic, simple That war continued as did so many others nightmares that make you hide under your Winnie covers made soldiers outta ?old nerds? like Wendy's brother the boss told her draw a white line and never cross over distracted with a chest of gold and carriages everything majestical, suffering within the home apparentless Most didn't even approach the line but those that did, could see the cage that they were all trapped in could see the cage that they were all trapped in