Week VI: Witty vs Tha Pastor Reach Yeah
Verses are due Friday 11:59 PST. EXT 1/13 11:59 PST Voting ends Sunday 1/15 at 11:59 PST Verses may not exceed 48 lines or 650 wordsd Voting on 3 battles is required. Topic: http://cdn.wallpapersafari.com/92/18/LTK3Qh.jpg @Witty vs @Tha Pastor Reach Yeah Goodluck! |
Cool topic.
Hi :) |
Kinda blasphemy for me, but it gives me plenty of options.
Hello. |
This is why I normally try to stay away from religious topics!
Gospel Truth Casually, a boastful pride when vocalised to loud expression Is blasphemy – that was the sin that banished Satan out of heaven The angel formerly known as the first Prince of the Grigori A squinted twisting of His story, stripping it of all its glory With a jealousy that recklessly became a violent temper With a coat of every colour, all alight with brightest splendour Lit up with the lights of heaven, his was the star of the morning Tinged with spiteful venom, now his was the darkness of mourning Singed by his sleight; a deceptive speech infecting the breeze “See, we can all be as god – yes, all of us… especially me!” But the pride of the created when elevated to its Creator Steals a glory not to be shared with an ungrateful imitator So cast down and cast out, with gnashing teeth and idle chat His coloured coat he painted blood red, but blood dries to black Having no wish for a pardon, with his tricks for a bargain “Yes you can be as god too!” was what he whispered in the garden And Eve, she listened, and Adam listened, an apple glistened A snap decision, apple bitten, as neither needed practice sinning Too cast down and cast out, with burnt and burdened fallen natures Fraught and autumn faces so solemnly sought a slaughtered Saviour … And here’s the clash: A devil’s pride evoking stoked hostility A God despised, denied when born adorned in cloaked humility The devil, whose life was death, and Christ, whose death was life For select tribes, who had been swept aside by sin’s infected tide But never left to die, redeemed and plucked like precious stones Out of a blazing flame – but now a waiting game, a second home Within a world that’s gripped by Satan’s filthy, fiery tentacles Bewitched by words of pride, of murder, lies, desire and sensual If God has won, if Christ’s the Victor, why is evil’s vice-like clips Ever closing on this world, and tightening its violent grip? Why does God say nothing while the devil bares his sharpened teeth If Christ wears the Victor’s crown, the battle won at Calvary? But the silence is the voice of God, and should be seen as such Not sweetness touched But judgement paused, not thunder's roar, a grievous hush What mystery! We wish to see the battles of the heavenly hosts But now as God’s forbearance fades - its ending is endlessly close |
I'll have to ask for an extension, unfortunately...Saturdays and Sundays are really the only days I can write.
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For sure.
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Witty if you dont show its so fucked up @Witty
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Posting tomorrow.
On my life. |
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