@John Dillinger I'll face ya in a topical

Nah nbl is good

Why do you hate me so much my G

I hate no one

Closing today get your votes in

I understand my shit was whack in comparison to all yall topical heads but

1 I don't write topicals, ever

2 Couldn't think of much w/ that pic

& 3 @ whoever left feed I ain't mention no pills in that lol

Edit:

I appreciate the feedback tho @ Lobo

Looking for that EZ dub I see

that wouldn’t end well for you bro

but sure

I like a challenge

@Innovator

Yep

@Diablo

Where's your verse. I was interested in seeing what you did with the picture. Seems like something you would put a creative spin on.

The battle lines were drawn as they had been times before.
I pacified a yawn as I stared at the topic.
Aware of my options,
I strategised for war.
If I planned to write a story, it had to be something refreshing.
The subject suggested just doesn’t merit a colourful epic
of blood and revenge from the gunners perspective.
The clumsy cadet stood in the trenches looks apprehensive,
shoulders at ease as he motions his feet over debris.
A soldier who’s seen the horrors of war,
and loss that it causes,
knows how precious those few seconds taken to lift a lowered weapon
can be when you’re caught alone.
Defenceless.
Unaware.
Unprepared.
Death clung the air like a fighter jet
firing heavy artillery, before rising steadily to defy the enemy.
The silent sentient soldier’s never heard the whistle of bullets
hitting the stomach of a victim who clutches his fingers impulsively toward the injuries suffered.
The image in front of me may depict a game of simply “Toy Soldiers”
with a boys older sibling’s voiceovers narrating the action in a play-by-play as it happens
placing the plastic pawns at arrays of advancement.
The spokes that stand in this No Mans Land were made out of matchsticks.
The barbed wire’s just sharp pliers and paper clips
shaped to fit, then glued by their dad.
A car buyer who’s carb diet grew as he sat
amusing the lads while rueing his sacking.
Numerous marriage problems reduced them to cannon fodder.
The troops had been trampled on in a heated exchange
that would see the estranged wife announce she was leaving.
Again.
The hardwood floor’s where Sargent Slaughter calmly fought the
crushing boot of the ex-wife
as she left right after giving him his marching orders.
It’s hard ignoring the parallels between the picture we have
of the medical kit being dragged,
and the night my mother picked up her bags
leaving everything that she had held dear behind.
Sleep deprived and weary eyed.
Single at last.
Soldiering on as she seeked to find peace of mind.
A weaker writer may have studied the cynosure while mulling this shit over
without looking at it closer to see Mummy’s Little Soldier.
Bloodied,
beaten,
but undefeated despite it all.
I was born a fighter, taught crying solves nothing
‘less you find a cause worth dying for.
So when the battle lines were drawn as they had been times before
I had to find a source of inspiration
before I strategised for war...

Mag Tomorrow

now that my battles closed i can speak on it. my bad @Hush and inno lol. i thought i'd be able to GO in. but couldn't. had the shadows etched in the rubble line and tried to build around it and failed. just threw that up to not no show

but word i wish you all luck moving forward

Thanks for showing bro it’s all I can ask for

Yeah, this was pretty dope. I dug the multi layered approach you took, and the schemes you employed made for a fluid read. I'm not sure who your opponent was (I've never read his stuff before), but I imagine he would have had his hands full trying top what's quoted above.

@Witty got those battle reviews?

Mag should be up tonight

@Witty pls dont let us down

@PancakeBrah feel free to add anything you want to the mag.

I’m doing week 2 previews and an intro vid

@Diablo you going to be ready to drop tonight? Saw your visitor message so I assume your ready, I got like 10 more lines, gl bitch