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Verses will be due Thursday Oct. 9th at 11:59 p.m. Western / 2:59 Am Eastern / 7:59AM UK. There are no Extensions. No Exceptions.
Verses must be a minimum of 10 Lines and maximum of 48 Lines or 650 words unless agreed upon by both competitors. Votes will be due Sundays at 11:59 p.m. Western / 2:59 Am Eastern / 7:59AM UK . View Other Rules Here Goodluck @ Topic : "I am a road map for the lords of karma." Last edited by Adonis; 10-11-2014 at 11:19 AM. |
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The Throne, The Crown
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Good luck, sir.
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Dieting With Demons
The pamphlet reads... ...Breathe! Nailed the head of existance with my fishing pole. Reeled her in slow, she battled but I'm in control. So? Imagine an attempt to establish a connection with God. Restraining orders sent by angels with a 'blessing' to stop. So now your only chance in Hell actually lives there. You can pray to Satan, wait and passionately strip bare. He'll have your dick sucked by each demon, emptying semen all over the deep end of his pool where you'll bathe and sleep in. Cool? Chase the flames for hours when you witness precision : To stop and see facts that religions are visions, not missions. An eye for an eye, each salvaged from a puppet's face. Masters cut the strings days before they flood the place. Such disgrace, we must've chased our demons away. Now we have no ride home from Hell's cold region, so we prayed. With a lifted gaze, I said "Hey! Would you believe it?" God showed his old face, and said "Hey! Are you relieved kid?" I was speechless, was I dreaming this for a reason? Disagreements of our beliefs soon had him screaming. Told him his story was so crooked he had the world leaning. He was only God, until I found the bed his girl sleeps in. She was decent. I woke up to another day off, start my hangover seance. Last night was chaos, my face painted hard with crayons. Today's a new raindrop choking this air, hoping it's a joke when I seen that my fucking 'fridge was broken. Untapped 30 rack of Pabst and venison straps, my frozen weed medicine snacks. Hell must be back. No relish, no snacks. Thawed to the bone flat under a new phoenix heatwave. Deemed the sun was trouble as soon as I seen it eat cake. I had to move fast, had to destroy the giant star. If I don't, I'll be forced to lose weight, and a diet's hard. Karma comes in many forms, even from mistakes in dreams. Let me mourn. When heavy storms seep in, we escape with weed. |
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