AOWL Week 6: Kuja (2-2) VS. Cereal Killa (0-0) [CEREAL KILLA WINS, 8-1.]

Cereal_Killa · 03-23-2013, 12:40 AM

Food For Thought
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When one swallows their pride it’s a feast fit for Pharaohs'
As the hollow inside, line intestines with bone marrow
Oversized Cizin’s still slice bovines in Pico de Gallo
People
If you do not eat - you are the weak
and shall die
SLOW
..
I am Sam for all legal purposes
Worthlessness
Worth its weight in bronze; in a silver tongue serpent’s crèche
I confess, I am that weasel bent before evil and certain death
A feeble easel, easily erect for the art of some Percocet
I’ve been urged to rest.. Thirsty, so thirsty.. I purged to vent
Fresh beneath a deep seeded circle-jerk
Of burning flesh
A progressive mess of dispersion.. I’ve observed, I’ve shed; I’ve nurtured meds
Yet I feel I am the conservative servant, left wing of a circus net
callous and perverse - why YES
On a stretcher, stretched in this nursing nest of perfect pets
A herd, deaf to the immersing depth of merged neglect
Less is more, unless of course you digress
An expression of taste, too much to sustain until you digest
..
No more riddles as I rattle some Ritalin out of a plastic ramekin
So frantic I’m wheezing, eating nothing but pills and still panic’n
Famished yet managing to feel, as I know the truth is food kills
With a reduced will, I build to shut out the nut houses true skill
To force feed and feed they shall
Counted as Satanic with Manic Depression at the head check
I must seize the day to relieve this pain
ZZZZAAAAPPPP
I’m not dead yet
Shocked and left to waste.. Straight unwanted and set astray
Mocked and caged.. Shaved, stomped and bathed
Made to descend in the fresh scent of decay
I wait as I rot for the hunters in a grave of consummation
I pray for a cold front; a blade or a wave of destruction
RAGE
something
NUMBNESS
I vomit bile; it’s the constant reminder of an honest defiler
I’m promised my trial yet already sentenced with a complex denial
Liars, there’s no Noah’s ark just a gravy boat soaked with hope in the dark
I laugh and choke at remarks of growth when I’m approached in the yard
A fellow jailbird sings, of cannibalism and the animal kingdom
..
A rotten heart is nor spoiled or wrecked
For the raw oils draw zest from each pore you ingest
The darker the roots, the tender the slice
So from bar fly to swine, you have to eat to survive
..
He offers flesh to accept his view on free consciousness
I'm honestly mute; still I move to chew this ewe’s soft esophagus
I commit to swallowin all lymph glands and lost promises
Grit by grit.. my equity dips n slow dances to dominance
A chain-linked-ball-room-blitz
AHHH
I can no longer gnaw on this
The torment I've hoarded has formed a riff
A patient, who's patience has clawed and split each morgues' wall it hit
Choice itself sure exists

I puke, get gagged, dragged and dished their morbid myth
I am the unfortunate
Unfortunate to be force fed shit through a rubber tourniquet
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[video=youtube;5W55_IP59KI]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5W55_IP59KI[/video]

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From a Pug to a Pit Bull
The Dingo and The Rock
If it breathes it bleeds in a sea of burgundy stock

From Children to Victims in The System Bewildered
I died not in vain
But by resisting the cuisine you see kill'me

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Topic: The Death

03-23-2013, 12:40 AM	#6
Cereal_Killa Licking Lily's.. Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 706 Battle Record: 11-6 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 3565733	Food For Thought .. When one swallows their pride it’s a feast fit for Pharaohs' As the hollow inside, line intestines with bone marrow Oversized Cizin’s still slice bovines in Pico de Gallo People If you do not eat - you are the weak and shall die SLOW .. I am Sam for all legal purposes Worthlessness Worth its weight in bronze; in a silver tongue serpent’s crèche I confess, I am that weasel bent before evil and certain death A feeble easel, easily erect for the art of some Percocet I’ve been urged to rest.. Thirsty, so thirsty.. I purged to vent Fresh beneath a deep seeded circle-jerk Of burning flesh A progressive mess of dispersion.. I’ve observed, I’ve shed; I’ve nurtured meds Yet I feel I am the conservative servant, left wing of a circus net callous and perverse - why YES On a stretcher, stretched in this nursing nest of perfect pets A herd, deaf to the immersing depth of merged neglect Less is more, unless of course you digress An expression of taste, too much to sustain until you digest .. No more riddles as I rattle some Ritalin out of a plastic ramekin So frantic I’m wheezing, eating nothing but pills and still panic’n Famished yet managing to feel, as I know the truth is food kills With a reduced will, I build to shut out the nut houses true skill To force feed and feed they shall Counted as Satanic with Manic Depression at the head check I must seize the day to relieve this pain ZZZZAAAAPPPP I’m not dead yet Shocked and left to waste.. Straight unwanted and set astray Mocked and caged.. Shaved, stomped and bathed Made to descend in the fresh scent of decay I wait as I rot for the hunters in a grave of consummation I pray for a cold front; a blade or a wave of destruction RAGE something NUMBNESS I vomit bile; it’s the constant reminder of an honest defiler I’m promised my trial yet already sentenced with a complex denial Liars, there’s no Noah’s ark just a gravy boat soaked with hope in the dark I laugh and choke at remarks of growth when I’m approached in the yard A fellow jailbird sings, of cannibalism and the animal kingdom .. A rotten heart is nor spoiled or wrecked For the raw oils draw zest from each pore you ingest The darker the roots, the tender the slice So from bar fly to swine, you have to eat to survive .. He offers flesh to accept his view on free consciousness I'm honestly mute; still I move to chew this ewe’s soft esophagus I commit to swallowin all lymph glands and lost promises Grit by grit.. my equity dips n slow dances to dominance A chain-linked-ball-room-blitz AHHH I can no longer gnaw on this The torment I've hoarded has formed a riff A patient, who's patience has clawed and split each morgues' wall it hit Choice itself sure exists I puke, get gagged, dragged and dished their morbid myth I am the unfortunate Unfortunate to be force fed shit through a rubber tourniquet .. [video=youtube;5W55_IP59KI]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5W55_IP59KI[/video] .. From a Pug to a Pit Bull The Dingo and The Rock If it breathes it bleeds in a sea of burgundy stock From Children to Victims in The System Bewildered I died not in vain But by resisting the cuisine you see kill'me .. Topic: The Death