Ian Jobst

Rookie - 1 Points (October 14,1999 / Oxford)


Being human doesn’t make you a human being
Being human is a cripple for seeing
But no need to be fleeing
From the truth
The whole truth
And nothing but the truth
But on the stands
We use it like rubber bands
We pull it till it breaks
Even with highest stakes
But that doesn’t mean to call a bluff when the stakes are high
Why not with no limits because the limits are the sky
But just because you are a bird and stretch you your wing
Doesn’t means you can’t just stop every once in a while and sing
Yet even while you sing no need for you to alone
I hit a beat so high you will fill it in your bone
Because when I bang a drum of war
I fell adrenaline rushing to my core
As I bore down upon my foe
I know when it’s time to go
But until I can no longer stand
I will always be the master of this brand
I am the first to come and the last to leave
I struggle at first but I win this tug of war with a heave
Because I spring into action I am divergent, I belong to every faction
I need no catalyst I see you act and boom goes the reaction
You can come upon me but you won’t get any traction
For the grounds are slicked with ash
For the mighty fall with soul brand slash
For the great are marked by cruel fate
With a thirst which we cannot sate
We live in a desert barren and lost
We may toll our way our but at what a cost

I would recommend you listen
I have risen
United I stand
Solitary in My fall
I will weather the squall
I will not succumb nor ever forget
I am an elaborate peg and this hole just won’t fit
In or out
I have no doubt
That I will win
As the next of kin
Add a G
Because I’m king
You’ve no Idea what I’m going to bring
To the table
Yet it’s a fable
And you need to get the gist
Need some names let me lay them down in a list
You, me
Everything I see
What you want to be
Something scary enough to make you flee
What keeps me free
From the chains which hold us
Which bind us to our mortal
But I I’m mortal
Do you get it I-M-M-O-R-T-A-L
Is a truth to be told in velvet voices fell
What can the devil do to you if you’ve got no soul to sell
But this is chess
I check
now it's your turn
I left your field in a wreck
so now your pieces burn
Now get back on the sidelines pawn
Kick back and attack the demon spawn
In this minute you cower
In this hour
I shower in holy water
But the purity can abstain
The stain of your soul overbearing
It can’t wash away the very grain
Of what you are with or without caring
So this moment is me daring
For there is no comparing
Because I came back to me
and all you can see
Is what I am and can be
It's not rocket science
Just Me ology
Quod iste mundus nobis relinqui
We are all that’s left in this world of ours
Ian Jobst

Submitted: Tuesday, February 04, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 04, 2014

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