Civil War: Section 9
SHEEP LORD: REPORT ONE
From the dawn came the night, from the right came the wrong
from the hate came a man who lives by one creedo...
“with great power comes great respondbility”/
had to Peter Park that ass on the stoop seen from the skyscrapers above
thought “Weird Al” was “Nerdy” not verbally just doesn't swing webs like me/
once you were a hero with integrity
a boy turned man from man to spider he became “Spider-Man/
civils thoughts hated hinted at what those admired thought
some stood one side, IRON MAN some stood on the other Captain America/
either way those stood somewhere some remained netural
with my rebirth and full embracement of my “Spider Powers”/
think it came ahead when I was conflicted thought patterns weren't proper
sifting through the emotions werent my strongest point/
it's hard not to repay the favor time in and time out
taken on briefly the “Iron-Spider” persona or suit/
think Stark had my back pack ratted me out with an unmasking
shocking millions including my Aunt May/
saw friends, become foes thought we was cool though
we rebeled against the principles inked with pens and pencils/
reboot with recoup see suits headed by S.H.I.E.L.D dude
thinking those that don't register are unchecked and out of the loop/
So I had to fight the dogs off with a stick saw the Kingpin targeting me
reluctantly targeting thinking I wasn't got bite back/
scrap those in the “Negative Zone” baffling bones rattling thrones
switch sets, swapped sides for a penchant of a high rise
swinging down “Back in Black” it's just a reaction/
gutted webs n butter saving those I care about
so those I once admired wants to trample the country, principles and morals we stand for they can go whore themselves out because it's good being back in BLACK again/
hated being troted, touted and rounded up for some public display
thinking those who weren't registered were right after all/
I think Cap had it right with not alligning with Stark
SIFERBORN: REPORT ONE
While prepared to scheme against terrorist regimes,
Captains and Kings stare in horror at the shattering American dreams
carrying a red ring, my head flexes wings
still a deadly Section chief with brutal feet,
a rebel to viewer's screens because I refused Fury's group think
I paid dues to streets only to lose my lease to a Nazi's lies,
regained over time,
a slave for life saved from a block of ice
impossible to copy or compromise,
signed dotted lines ensured I'd barely own my own mind
but this isn't right and I'm forced over lines and scrimmages,
hired as a crowned lieutenant,
to die for my vision I formed an underground resistance
sirens howl in the distance,
wired hounds find my old cowl and cry vengeance
Stark's madness fuels this foolish engine,
your mission statement wears the same face as Doom's brutal visage
Buck's betrayal hit home,
but we're both Winter Soldiers and sometimes a man's decisions are not his own
in caves, even sticks can make a throne
now I maintain the gate of scrolls,
white "A"s traced by ghosts on my gravestone....
BRONZE FEET: REPORT ONE
they call me War Machine, revamped and cervos cleaned
from the dusts of the desert, i stand united with my team
sixteen revolving barrels fire cannon rounds over the shoulder
defience grows bolder and bolder, we soldiers fighting in secret wars
we swore, leagues of silence to keep the hidden HQ masked
on the island, laser trip wires set off sounds of sirens
i aint no replacement for Iron Man, been hear since the battle began
from human to cyborg and back again, the fight to access registration
united in the protection of a nation, destroy the abomination
legalization of super powers in the last days and final hours
and showdown between two sides but which one cowers?
dramatically enhanced with the falling of rain showers
sour situations in the worlds most bitterest of conflicts
shall eternally remain constant always evolvin
J.T.S.:REPORT ONE
leigon versus leigon the streets flooded with the blood of heathens
agent axis control the battle two axes hack em shoulder leanin'
the black crow screamin' as the children in the corn meeting
Black mamba let out the bag and his venom isn't weakend
so the art of this is repetitive only one soldier lived
to pass on the battle rattle tactical partnership
A general with 5 stars to give bullets for a fleet of pigs
scar tissue showing we buried the remains under the bridge
some said he was too young to die yet too old to live
blood splattered white roses as we fire-bombed the crib
back-yards turned to bone-yard graveyards
bulldozed the buidings foundations crumbled by gods
ending was raw suspence we triumped over odds against
hands in the gravel look close you can see the prints
rescuing P.O.W.'s to the killers weed is sent
as they smoke my eyes through the scope
shot only cause i felt i was provoked
one to his throat on his own flem he choked
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Originally Posted by MosHigh
man this was the most entertained i been in this section ever...too short tho, i wanted to see the whole section on here
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