by ThomasAguanis » Dec 31st, '09, 09:34
In dire times where many are leaving, few dare to return to the realm that is TRshady. It takes a brave soul to return to what once was, to truly see what is, and realize what it forever will be. Be warned, you are now entering a desolate wasteland full of fire and brimstone. Upon entering you cannot be saved. This place is past saving. Armageddon has occurred, and reoccurs every Saturday at 6p.m. There are no leaders. There are no laws. There is only anarchy at it's finest. This is a place where disease runs rampant. Where the air is thick, and filled with fog consisting of the ashes of the cremated so called savior, as well as those of the Antichrist, and the only religion that remains is war. Where the few rivers that remain trickle slowly with liquid that contains more coagulated blood than it does water. Where the clouds are filled with rain so acidic, it burns through flesh and bone the second it comes into contact with one of the few parasitic entities that somehow survive. Where cities drop faster than your mother's panties did on the night you were conceived. Where evolution is in rewind, causing quantum shifts, splitting the fabric of space and time so wide, it cannot be stitched. Where the land is so infertile, it's akin to mother earth having a hysterectomy,and dying in the process. Where the streets are lined with condom wrappers, and littered with trash. Where the bones of what you considered your family are now lining overturned roadways. Where all of the traffic lights are all flashing yellow, and the shells of automobiles are used as shelter. Where coat hanger abortions are taking place in every other alleyway, and the fetuses are thrown, but snatched from the air so fast, they never touch the ground, no, they are grabbed by the dirty hands of wannabe human scavengers,and quickly consumed. Where abandoned building are set ablaze by vagabond rebel adolescent gang members,and windows broken with Molotov cocktails thrown by prepubescent autistic mongoloids on motorcycles. Where you'll consider yourself lucky if you survive the night, because cannibalistic tendencies fill what's left of the minds that the few survivors possess. No, this is not a dream, this is, in fact, a nightmare, but this nightmare has been renamed reality. A reality that I consider paradise.
B.K.A. The King of Kale A.K.A. The Superfood Sensai
I still rap better than you.