topical...
very first topical battle - about two years ago
Self Inflicted, Written for SS vs KnowP
i caused my injury, constantly trying to hinder me
quivering, deliver me pain, to my brain: ungingerly
sinisterly building my history of misery
its no mystery, death is my ultimate victory
picture me restricted by rope, life and death i'm conflicted
the pain is self inflicted, its mentally encrypted
this weapon selicted, suicide attempt depicted
my failure predicted, but to affliction im addicted
self creation of lacerations is my masturbation
i'm fond of the exasperation for lengthy durations
this pain in me is agony, its ragingly nagging me
to be suffocatingly gagging me, make more ache in me
i'm a wrist cutter, so i'll die slowly, close this shutter
and lie lonely in privacy, in bliss and clutter
neighbours hear a help cry only in a distant stutter
my latest: - last weekend
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The Misfits, Written for SV vs Black
Written by Trajik
we are street thugs with mean mugs we love to use and sling drugs
seemingly the brink of the sweetest life that you can dream up
summon hell so quietly, the underbelly of society
we appear dumb as hell, but our crunchers swell defiantly
don't judge a crook by his cover, we wrote and drudged through books
thrown punches, hooks, cuts in upwardly motions, kung fu rooks
geniuses that brawl like three 'will huntings' but not one who's good
believe this or not: we kill without suffering grievances at all
we've conquered empires who break to pieces as they fall
if you deserve it, you deserve it, you're gonna be murdered
but encourage it with nourishment, brains shouldn't be burdened
criminal complexities, i'm visually dressed to please
'twas suggested to me that inside i have an aggressive beast
it could be suppressed in me with little bits of cess to breathe
bullet spray would set the streets ablaze without incessant weed
they're misfits, monsters, how'd they get here, what was the process?
these villains were three children with a plethora of promise
these thrilling scenes of dreams building together is honest
scattered through the school they're mastering their tools
taking all the steps, could say they were gathering the stools
well behaved, unphased and in check, they were raised with respect
never scathed or neglected, their parents were praised by the rest
admired by other children, once there was a fire in the building
situation dire, you could feel it, smoke higher than the ceiling
they risked themselves to help someone from a bathroom prison cell
weekend volunteering helped the elderly and poor kids as well
they were stars of their own sport, need not share the court
so daring to score, covered in scars of their own accord
these brothers outclassed the class acts and were destined for success
but why act out the dark route, maybe suppressing so much stress?
for the sake of tracing ways, it's narrowed down to one fateful day
a crazed and racing driver displaced his rage and raised the stakes
both parents taken from grace, erased by a man who made mistakes
foreshadowing the days their traits began displaying disgrace
the brothers' future of importance became more than mortgaged
the government began absorbing them when they became orphaned
they were put through group home after group home until the youths grown
the world was their oyster, they had something to prove though
so they shucked it raw, they're new personas rendering truest
suspended because they were seen as threatening students
they never returned to class, money started earning them fast
a lifestyle transformation, forever burning their past
the battle against spoiling of good apples, i can't stomach it
to live knowing i was the driver is my damn punishment
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