[Clutbuck]

What an extraordinary battle, one worthy of an in-depth breakdown for sure.

Sinacog: I enjoyed the use of you as the devil in the first person perspective; that was interesting to me at least given your obvious religious choice, so to assume the role of the Devil was a particular standout. I initially thought you were going to tell us a linear narrative story but. You notably switch stance from this in the opener where you speak about this Devil:

There's was once' a red devil; he tortured scantallationed destiny demons
The recipe heathen; the obvious oblivion; the serpent from the chameleon
He killed two thousand demons with a scimitar and blade; the harbinger of death
The armor from the plague; the martyr from the death/depth

But you later adapt the guise of the Devil himself, insisting that in fact you are this demon.

I am the devil from another level; I want death for the millions
I killed the devil and demon's in hell; I am on another level
I am the devil; a red devil; a red devil of light

You embody him. As, no doubt, everyone does in some degree in your beliefs. We’re all with sin, and the evil lies within us all. This figurative Devil exists in all of us, some more than others, granted. But it’s there. Lay silently. Dormant. I think that’s what you were alluding to there. I could be wrong, of course, I’m only human after all.

I want hell to be relinquished into hell's pit; hell's hill
I am the devil on another level; I killed millions of devil's and demons
I am a red devil; I will kill the devil Satan or Lucifer
The hate of a future burn; the hate of the universe

The repetition of the phrases “I am the devil,” and “I am a Red Devil,” seem used to place emphasis on what you’re saying. There are different ways this could have been executed, through the use of synonyms or metaphorically maybe, that could have achieved the desired result. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt here that you did it this way for effect and it was a stylistically choice.

I am the masturbation of the universe; the creation of future burns
I am the devil; I was born from a demon's womb
I consume food from the womb of ambient zoom!
I am the devil; and I have a sword and scimitar
I killed the devil while he's sleeping, I am 'THE DEVIL'!

The closing statement hints at you being something larger than The Devil himself. It reads as if it is some unexpected twist, the reveal at the end is that you’re actually a higher being - maybe more powerful - or at least as powerful here. Possibly God himself is what I drew from it. Sinacog is a God. The Devil’s greed will be what leads to his demise. God’s own greed will lead to him becoming The Devil incarnate. It’s an interesting dynamic of a power shift for sure.

Candy: I enjoyed your flow to this, there was a natural rhythmic cadence of implied rhythm sustained by the rhyme placement and choices employed. I especially liked the use of the word “canter” which I found interesting. It helped to set the timeframe of the story up, I felt, as did the olde worlde sounding “fumbled creed” a little further on. It gave you a “tone” to your verse and places it firmly in a past timeline:

There was a name and ten cents of silver paint
a soul of a serial killer coined a clown saving face
the books pages canter in each crumbled bleed
from fingers licked like chicken was its fumbled creed

Things started to progress further here with the introduction of this potential serial killer and/or hitman for hire I’d imagine as the opening line of your verse seems to allude to a cash payment being made in return for something, possibly a forthcoming murder, but the third and fourth lines in this next segment are a nice switch-up in the rhyme scheme and technical merit that hasn’t gone unnoticed by me:

yet a human follows blindly by its sense
that the art will guide to the end of repent
he hacks and he slashes gashes in ass's
assets a facet of factious acts like gas's expansion

It becomes clearer in the following lines that the convicted felon is now in prisoned, convicted of his crimes and now awaiting the inevitable conclusion his execution. The mention of “as much as the walls hold” caught my attention also, it made me think of the idiom “If these walls had ears,” which is what I believe you were getting at. The murderer is then left to occupy his cell where the horrors of his past play on his mind.

the death penalty approaching closer then close
the jails protestors talk as much as the walls hold
he sits and he ponders under breath open
the knives used and filed still remain broken

The use of “biblical” here I felt was used in the context of an enormous storm, rather than it having any religious affiliation (ala Sinacog’s entry this week). The tracks of light seem to be a reference to a journey to heaven - now a distant memory he has no chance of following, a place too late for him to atone for his sins and ask for forgiveness. I think that directly opposes Sinacog’s own belief system, in that it’s never too late, but you seem to have taken an opposing stance here. The final act seems to see the killer tormented by the acts in his past, and possibly a mental breakdown, as he envisions the ghosts of his past coming back to haunt him. They’re the “spirits as last meal,” - a feast of futility. The man is executed by lethal injection and then, as a final blow, his corpse is desecrated.

Great battle guys!