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AOWL Week 6: dead man (2-2) VS. Witty (2-2) [WITTY WINS BY NO SHOW.]
16 lines minimum, 48 lines maximum. Verses are due SATURDAY 3/23 at 11:59 PST. Extensions are due SUNDAY 3/24 at 11:59 PST. NO LATER!!! You MUST check in. You must vote on at least 4 other battles. For every absent link, you will be deducted ONE vote next week. If you no-show, you will be removed from next week and have to sign back into the league. TOPIC: "The Ash" (selected by Adonis) Good luck to both participants. @deadman @Witty |
yar
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woo woo
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@dead man you owe 3 votes extra this week. Any missing votes this week will count as a deduction towards the final tally of this match.
Witty is clear. |
why?
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You did not vote last week. It was stated in the sign in thread that signees must vote on 3 matches.
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I see her face
This grief and hate has sealed her fate She'll be replaced Evil tastes sweet as cake, on a demon's plate She pleases me with the pleas she wastes She teases me with deceit, she's fake And since she made me wave freedoms blades She lays deceased...disgraced. His heart pumps, veins are throbbing in his head She needed love, now she just needs oxygen instead The spots where she had bled form clots of ruby red He feels her hand, already cold...and he notes The dry blood caking over the hole in her throat He imagines her soul as it floats Free, but lost on its own, as he gloats He grabs her carcass, slices from her eyes to her chest Then like a manic artist, steps back to admire the mess His fire's possessed by desires he once tried to reject Now he doesn't fight, he sees himself as higher and blessed He brings the dead, he holds everybody's fate in his hands With fingers spread, life trickling through the spaces like sand She's simply red....and I don't mean the name of a band I mean her blood stained face that lays vacant and bland His brain is racing, he's making a plan Patient and calm, he grabs a saw and makes a cut in her thigh Her heart has ceased to pump, so her bloods running dry He smiles with his mind in it's zone, slicing through bone Takes the other too, that's just the price of the lies she has sewn Leaves the knife inside her, checks his pocket - finds a lighter Goes to his van for something to ignite, tonight she lies in fire She had to die Don't ask me why Sometimes I hear her last goodbye A frantic cry hoping for some passers by I laugh...and sigh They called it a random murder I call it passion crimes I Didn't know her But she had to die Now they ask where she is And I just give a flat reply "You'll find her where The Ashes lie" |
Witty wins by no show
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