Now, go ahead and do it.
Anyone that contributes will be recognized as part of the ideosymbolism movement, insofar as they recognize themselves as part of it and/or are making art in the intention to fulfill this challenge.


Warriors Gainst DeathOh, yes it may be dark;Warriors Gainst Death
but, man through the tempest night, becomes a bloody knight - he fights absurdity, though meaningless, he's a warrior 'gainst death.
Galant in assertion, though the cosmos asserts not; with glorious thought, his head up high, he shan't rot, and eva just turn naught.


Value Unto ThingsThe ground cracks and I'm caught in the middle, A big amount of crows seeps through the cracks and they fiddle...Value Unto Things
They fiddle with my kiss - fiddle with my chest and my toes. Fiddle with the stars, which we'll only seek through in gropes. I see the sky opening, and I see doves flying amongst these, and now I'm confused, lost in the perils of seas, while I drown thoughtfully thinking, they black or white? I don't know, that's right.
But I see the sun calling, its brightness illuminating, I reach upwards, and the water, I swim through it, as I feel the cold wind soothe my


Lyrical Anarchy"Who are we, that you keep us in mind?" Bullshit - I am me, who keep me in mind, cuz if I put trust in you, your just gonna leave me blind, grabbin' my money and disrespectin', makin' me think it fine.Lyrical Anarchy
Just like the mothafuckin' prez, and his white house in white, full o' clowns, they think they can control it,
but to the contrary, these economies ups and downs. Now we sittin' here gatherin' in thoughtful frowns, thinkin' "what they supposed to do" -
Now its time for our responsibility, 'cuz we know our decisions beneficial, while theirz is


TonightTonight is a house of black white pokes upon the walls of the black canopy The blue reflects upon the dark while tears choke the knights crusade against my heresy.Tonight
Tonight is where the righteous walls of enclosing death march around the mind of lost host whom in his grave sins against his devotion, left out of breathe, dies, for he is not worthy, has withered, and has nothing to boast.
The spirit is inwardly entrapped in its own ghost. Tonight, while it gently pretends to drown in the coast; in order to feel the passing of life, the life it regrets, &n
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