NTBD: Arcadius Al-Yassin

His song:

Streetlights blur to streaks of gold,
Another story left untold.
Typed it out, hit 'send' again,
Just echoes bouncing back... and then...

The heavy envelope, the printed line,
'Not fitting our specific design'.
But isn't art supposed to break the mold?
Or gotta fit the story that they're sold?

Got fire in my veins, got thunder in my soul,
But the static on the line just takes its toll.
They want the polished, packaged, perfect plea,
They don't want the messy, broken, genuine me.

Is the rhythm wrong?
Is the rhyme too raw?
Is there just some secret, hidden law?
That says souls like mine gotta stay confined,
While the manufactured noise leaves truth behind?

So I ride the roads, let the engine scream,
Chase the pieces of a broken dream.
This leather shell, the wind and speed,
Are the only things that hear my need.

To be heard, to be felt, just for one small space,
To see understanding on a single face.
But the silence answers, vast and deep,
And promises are just the ones I keep.

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Born: 140
Level 1: 141
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Plans:
Evil pose {Completed}
Lab Frog {Completed}
Bloody Eclipse Background
Essence of Death
Bloody Tears
Bloody Claws
Bloody Feast
Mutie On Demand: Dappled or Murky