02-22-2014, 03:21 PM | #1 |
Mad fucking dangerous.
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Week 1: Cereal_Killa vs. Black Glacier \\ Cereal_Killa wins via no-show
Season 3 The Basics | Read the full rules here. Verses are due Thursday at 11:59 p.m. PT. Deadline extensions of 24 hours are available on request and cannot be denied. Votes are due Sunday at 11:59 p.m. PT. Verses may not exceed 48 lines (or 650 words if formatted in a paragraph style) unless agreed upon by the opponent. Voting on three battles is required. If you win and don't vote, you will receive a loss instead. If you lose and don't vote, you will receive a one-week suspension. Please post links to your three votes in this thread. Topic "As I Lay Dying" Good luck, @Cereal_Killa and @Black Glacier.
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02-22-2014, 03:41 PM | #2 |
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02-23-2014, 12:27 AM | #3 |
Licking Lily's..
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Topic: As I Lay Here Dying
Eclipsing the Dust .. Black mist keeps flickering off the dead wood’s, dying breath Reflecting a sound of lies tied to love, now in neglect My life Etched through churchyard’s of soot, costumes and true discontent My name Embers Rabbit, and my tale is of secret’s with more than just depth From one Pigeon Hawk’s daughter to another Let me infest .. Up on a hill, in a homestead of bone is my Pa Pa’s nest I birth each morn fresh for the next harvest With arsenic compressed; like a pendant of perfume bursting in full effect Selecting my sheers n a curtain with the same threshold as pre-pubescent-sex None, ‘til I beat it and stretch it with a cult weapon in belief concepts Toxicity RIPPPpppppp Success, I wrench the tarp out to search and seize Our Golden Calf’s respected flesh ‘n it’s interior of mirth and peace I merge with ease; edging between the crops of headstones bled Past the unknown murders perched before the corpses, on lead pipes/red Rain, rust and a burning furnace immersing this sea of dirt White meat now surges, coursing around my spade to feed their thirst .. Maggots, flies, aphids n twine I wipe it down whilst I decline .. No zombie, vampress or empress in an emerald field of glass I clasp n wield, detached from their world still in their shield of masks Filled with scars, pealed past real disregard Dark, dark as the starch charcoal scent from an Avant-garde market cast as merchants of Marxism art I charter back in motion to knock the bullet off a cherubs wings as I swing RIPPPpppppp My arm’s yanked up as my cartilage n arteries glisten With pure Purgatory purging, I spin and thrust STOP! My Pa Pa’s snow flaked smile pulls me close with trust; I laugh As euphoria crashes in waves of certainty, to outcast the caskets grasp Each splinter frays like fabric, choking through gasps of dust Like a basket weaving webs of dreams that broke when it flood This is dead end street; circled by endless fields of bigotry Picks, chains and a grave diggers centipede of cemeteries Degraded as the nurses of fortune dance before poorpers Around our sheltered home The barbed fences and our freedom so lawless in their whirlwind ring of thorns throwing broken tokens floating like mortars Cannibals need to eat, old bodies need new parts In fact, I feel like a penetrated child in a jack in the box with no heart .. Yet I still slit, slice and rip this Veraguas vein from my mark I stops," "Vermin spits," "I spits," "Pa rubs," "We all gaze at the stars,"
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02-28-2014, 01:04 PM | #4 |
Mad fucking dangerous.
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This is reopened until the extension deadline.
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