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Old 03-11-2014, 12:48 PM   #41
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From Single Cell To Living Hell"

"From Single Cell To Living Hell"


Whether you argue religion conceived us the world that we have
or particle fission as heat and inertia react.
The earth was a mass of violent components
its world uninhabitable by life as we know it.
Ions and protons were fast to generate
a seismic commotion of atmospheric change.
The planetary state reached an extraordinary level
as its recalescent rage meant no water could settle.
The core drawing in metals the planet would need,
but volcanic storms were essential as gas was released.
A gradual easing of temperature meant
rainfall began to increase in torrential descent.
Millennia’s spent as beads then broke from the skies
until the weather relented, leaving ocean’s behind.
These components combined and a new cycle dawned
as we reached a moment in time where life was formed.
Tiny spores of algae hold bold significance -
They provide our orb oxygen through photosynthesis.
A host of primitive flora expand
on their own initiative from water to land.
Early forms of a cyanobacteria constantly merging
in a primordial tapestry of symbiotic convergence.
With oxygen, Earth became more tenantable still
but lots of our early ancestors would be killed.
It lead up to us building on the features that we had
with the necessary skills life needed to adapt.
From seas onto the land, cartilage tissue to bone,
our feet becoming hands as we continued to grow.
Amphibians honing flight as natural selection endeavoured
with the proto-wings that we owned developing feathers.
To weather the elements, fur replaced some scales,
our genetic antecedents balanced weight on tails.
Bipedal traits prevail, we rise up to stand,
as this change unveils an untying of hands.
Our reach rightly expands, along with the girth of our legs,
the arrival of mammals sees births without eggs.
Nature and nurture commence in perfect accord
simians turn into ‘men’ in our earliest form.
Learning to talk helps communication increase
as words replace drawings, we’re able to read.
The attainment of speech was a masterful step
in our brains engineering no other animals met.
With language invented through use of our brains
man had ascended the evolutionary chain.
Us humans created; shaping in time
tools of the trade to aid in our lives.
These basic designs would lead to the usage
of our daily devices, touchscreens and computers.
Our need for ‘improvement’ defied thermodynamics,
leaving the blueprint that Earth had established.
Now we’re usurping the planet of its natural resources
preserving our habitats not a matter of importance.
But what happens when it’s all been brought up from the ground
the vast sums are exhausted and a shortage is pronounced?
We can’t afford to live without it by the time this occurs
a nuclear war is what’s announced and we fight for reserves.
As missiles are returned, our own extinction’s a viable path,
our survival on Earth threatened by the enquiring of man.
We’re so blind to this fact that we can’t even see
we’ve paradise in our grasp, yet it’s never seemed so far from our reach…


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Old 03-11-2014, 04:40 PM   #42
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[ 2004 ] Shadows of The Apocalypse

3. Insanevillian

Tell the story of the four horsemen of the apocalypse...


.. Chapter one, verse eight, in the book of Revelations ..
Depicting mother earth being shook to its foundation
As God looks on his creation .. as a failure before his eyes
Dissapointed and appauled, the thoughts .. soar in his mind
.. Of whether to end humanity .. To disgard his craft ..
.. To erase all life on the planet and start from scratch ..
.. Such a heartless act .. but take into consideration ..
Everything that he's gave us .. And how we've repayed him.
We've lied, cheated an stole .. are adulterous & dishonest
.. Do you REALLY think that's ANYWHERE near what he'd of wanted? ..
He promised long ago that .. in this event ..
Four angels of the Apocalypse would begin their descent ..
.. Down to earth .. turning our world into a battlefield ..
.. Humanity's final hour .. as we cling tight to a shattered shield ..
.. Until that cast is broken, with no signs of vast emotion ..
.. It was predicted long ago, now that time is fast approaching ..
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.. The Four Horsemen Are Among Us ..
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War
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.. Horseman War began his course from the floors of heaven ..
His cancerous form, taking storm of the war on terrorism
Releasing its agressive rhythm, as war-scarred Baghdad fell
.. Burnt flesh .. heavily decorated by shards of shrapnel ..
The wounded left to die, as bystanders stood the sidelines
.. Wide Eyed .. Watching the blood pour, & tryna fight cryin ..
.. cold tears for the fallen, as the Horseman played Umpire ..
.. to Bloodied Bullet-ridden Bodies; laid to rest from the gun fire ..
Bare flesh .. torn from bone .. As the innocent fall
.. The horseman stake is claimed. Their victim's of War ..
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Famine
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"Help your fellow man"
.. It's often neglected by parliment ..
So the third world felt the wrath; as Famine struck at the heart of it
.. Food sources were scarce, and the villagers starving ..
As fierce floods destroyed the wheat they'd pillaged for harvest
Hunger consumed the pupulace, beneath their hand-me-downs
.. Hungry for answers as to why this .. had to happen now ..
The Famine was God sent; a horseman of ruthless choice
.. That let thousands starve to death for him to prove his point ..
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[u]Pestilence / Plague[u]
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.. Among this apocaliptic apex .. Plague played his part ..
Leaving the world astounded with an outbreak of SARS
.. No one was safe from harm; the disease increased its cause ..
.. through the un-knowingly infected, eager to leave the shores ..
And escape the sudden outbreak; consuming their city
As an increasing death-toll has them doomed in self-pity
The news reached a global audience; announced on TV
.. Brought to the world's attention ..
.. Plague had done what it set out to achieve ..
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[u]Death[u]
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Think back to nine eleven .. To the building the planes were flown
To the second you watched the towers become a heap of paint & stone
.. To when the first plane collided against the Tower's face & ..
.. How the world watched; as it collapsed to its foundations ..
Leaving nothing in its wake, but a bitter tasting surplus
.. Among those that lived to see it ..
.. Death has served his purpose ..
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.. Im a religious man, so it's important i stress this ..
.. I strongly believe God's using these events as a message ..
.. A predule of sorts .. Insight into our looming fate ..
.. Of how the Apocalyptic Horsemen WILL consume our race ..
.. If we dont start making a change; or an attempt at stopping this ..
.. We'll all be men in black ..
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Shadows Of The Apocalypse
@Lars, was this your verse against me the first time we faced?
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Old 03-12-2014, 08:45 AM   #43
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Yeah, I can't find the original battle though. Sadface.jpg
I was going to see if you could remember what I wrote.
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GSL Week 2 vs. Choice Words


"Pennyford Blue"


The seven seas never seem short of a tale.
“Let her free!” the vessel leaves, adorning its sails.
Setting forth in a gale against the black of the night
as intrepid waters prevail, they’re carried from sight.
A flagon in right hand, hook in the left,
the captain arrives with rum on his breath.
He stumbles on deck of the Pennyford Blue
for a public address to his cretinous crew.
“To treasure and booty,” came the guttural roar
“If you pledge me your duty, there’s enough for us all!”
The others onboard then clapped as they yelled
In sudden applause for the man at the helm.
Captain LeVell was a porthole of a man
But could look after himself were the moment to pass.
He’d disposed of his hand when at odds to be free,
as Redbeard showed him the plank and he dropped to the sea.
Watching it bleed as he gnawed to find an escape,
- a true seadog with the teeth for a fight, as we say!
Some pirates had claimed he was done and rejoiced
with surprise on the faces of landlubbers ahoy
When they discovered him coiled up one night on the beach
discoloured but buoyed, like them there devices at sea.
The tide doesn’t sleep, though it often relents,
and neither would he as he plotted revenge.
He wanted them dead, reduced to a pulp,
by an ensemble of men with proven results.
A crew of old salts, all colours and creeds,
grouped with hopefuls then took to the sea.
Looking to seek vengeance on Redbeard and his men
cut ‘em to pieces o’ eight and leave ‘em for dead!
Which leads to our quest for Redbeard and his gold
to season adventurers, these seas are their home.
Every beach, every cove, every opening and passage
every secret it holds is known to the captain.
And so the advantage was his in pursuit
They row with abandon as he considers their move.
The ship and its crew adjusting the bow
As LeVell instantly knew where to look for his foe!
He took to his scope, lookin’ east as the crow flies,
Instructin’ his covey to what he’d seen with his own eyes.
Their belief in the old timer proved a trusted source
As the creeped up its lone side and then jumped aboard!
A rush of swords soared through the breeze
as cut-throat corsairs fall to the sea.
They brawl under siege, with both sides losin’ men,
‘til Redbeard’s brought to his knees in a fight to the death!
LeVell had eyes of resentment, cold as the sea,
as it was time to avenge his only defeat.
The very moment he reached for the sheath on his cutlass
he felt a blow that would see him bleed from his stomach.
The greedy curmudgeon had waited alone
to make sure his leader was bludgeoned ‘fore he made away with the gold!
There’s no place for heroes in this grey, timeless abyss
but that’s the way that it blows - double-crossed like the flag waved high from the ship...
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GSL Week 3 vs. The R


"Daliwinism"


Lots has been rumoured in studies of recent
about the possible futures of us as a species.
Some of it easy to grasp and retain
while others completely baffle my brain.
The fact still remains that, all in good time,
the advancements we make will ensure we survive.
The dawn will arrive when appearances change
though the thought of it might seem a weird one today.
An era awaits for the big and the bold
when we peak as a race in physical growth
The fit and the mobile find to their luck
that symmetry’s vogue in desirable looks.
Giants become the me and you of today
right at the front of the evolutionary race.
A uniformed beige increasingly defined
due to our racial interbreeding and its rise.
What we eat within our diets sees radical change
both key to our survival and attracting a mate.
As we adapt and replace with more technology
the practical brain becomes a sought commodity.
This course we follow in leads to divide
& forms the origin of a sub-species that thrives.
Its people unlike their genetic relatives
more feeble in size and less intelligent.
They’re separate entities with inhuman physiques,
- inept degenerates who’ll do as we please.
Our beautiful-geniuses keep the ugly-stupid at bay
view them as meek and use them as slaves.
Mere tools of their trade to unearth, barter and sell
in a truth that’s as strange as the works of Dali himself…
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"Unfurgettable"

Tossing the hair that framed her pallid cheeks,
“We’re off to the fair!” she claimed ecstatically.
Her name was Natalie. “Waddaya say?!”
I lay back passively, lost in her gaze.
“C’mon ‘cause we’re late!” I jumped to her side
where her mom was there waiting for us to arrive.
With a tut and a sigh and a slam of the door
Nat’s clutching me tight by the hand as we walk.
My eyes cast to the floor as we’re taking strides
until standing before us is a cascade of light.
Illuminated rides shriek upward and plummet
as Natalie takes her time to summon her courage.
She looks at me worried, pulls me next to herself,
as much for encouragement as anything else.
She leapt as a yell of giddy excitement
had then been dispelled by the kiddies behind us.
She was a little bit frightened but climbed up to pay
the ticket provider while the ride was delayed.
The silence became ever more harkening too
with what was lying in wait as we started to move.
Darkness consumed both carriage and track
and harsher it grew to a gradual black.
We were sat at the back with her mom to my left,
where Nat had me clasped, pushing onto her chest.
The fog up ahead disappearing from sight
as we plod through its dense cloud & veer to the right.
A mysterious light unveils a murderous scene
its appearance is frightening, Nat squirms in her seat.
Blood-curdling screams greet a bump in the road
and I’m hurled out of reach by the shuddering blow.
Crushed under the cold wheels, soft fur everywhere,
who will she cuddle at home, now Nat’s lost her Teddy Bear?
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"Unfurgettable"

Tossing the hair that framed her pallid cheeks,
“We’re off to the fair!” she claimed ecstatically.
Her name was Natalie. “Waddaya say?!”
I lay back passively, lost in her gaze.
“C’mon ‘cause we’re late!” I jumped to her side
where her mom was there waiting for us to arrive.
With a tut and a sigh and a slam of the door
Nat’s clutching me tight by the hand as we walk.
My eyes cast to the floor as we’re taking strides
until standing before us is a cascade of light.
Illuminated rides shriek upward and plummet
as Natalie takes her time to summon her courage.
She looks at me worried, pulls me next to herself,
as much for encouragement as anything else.
She leapt as a yell of giddy excitement
had then been dispelled by the kiddies behind us.
She was a little bit frightened but climbed up to pay
the ticket provider while the ride was delayed.
The silence became ever more harkening too
with what was lying in wait as we started to move.
Darkness consumed both carriage and track
and harsher it grew to a gradual black.
We were sat at the back with her mom to my left,
where Nat had me clasped, pushing onto her chest.
The fog up ahead disappearing from sight
as we plod through its dense cloud & veer to the right.
A mysterious light unveils a murderous scene
its appearance is frightening, Nat squirms in her seat.
Blood-curdling screams greet a bump in the road
and I’m hurled out of reach by the shuddering blow.
Crushed under the cold wheels, soft fur everywhere,
who will she cuddle at home, now Nat’s lost her Teddy Bear?
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"Art Imitating Life"

There’s an element of realness to every picture I paint
its just cleverly concealed; I keep my distance this way.
By switching the names and making events
a little bit vague I maintain the pretence.
My way of addressing the thoughts on my mind
is to make a confession through the stories I write.
These forums online help with easing the burden
as the audience likes what they read in my verses.
But what they see on the surface is only a fraction
a preened and cut version I’ve chosen to hand them.
All that’s told and imagined, each juncture explored,
has a moment that happened at the crux of them all.
I’ll subtly draw from the people I know
while looking to forge an appearance or role.
Heroes and rogues, it depends on the day,
and could be on how closely our friendship is based.
My many creations are staples of this
regularly taken and tailored to fit.
Shaped and then scripted in cautionary tales
to paint you a picture as boredom prevails.
I draw from them daily, caricaturing my friends,
as all of their failings have brought me success.
I don’t normally fret over what’s said in my writing
or call into question the method behind it.
Yet there have been times when an incident’s happened
that’s echoed the rhyme in a similar fashion.
My instant reaction was one of surprise
Did I imagine it? Was it a sign?
Was it possible I could predict what they do?
There’s no logic behind it, but it was the truth.
Everything I would choose as a story unfolded
ringing as true in all its components.
I thought about posting fictional topicals next
but the audience voting were not as impressed.
I lost in the end as, sick with anger, I watched
and it’s not an option again – I’ll win no matter the cost.
By killing characters off and thinking of ways they die
until my family’s gone and I miss my creative side.
They’re victims I've plagiarized, every figure that’s played a part,
but was it art imitating life, or life imitating art?
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"Son Of A Bitch"

The son of a bitch and I hate her for that -
if you’ve something to give, then she’ll take what you have.
While you’re breaking your back supporting her greed
she’s changing the man that you thought you would be.
I’ve crawled at her feet every morning I’ve woke.
She’s all that you need, and more that you don’t.
She’s always evoked both laughter and hatred -
but proved the fork in the road to each path that I’ve taken.
All manner of faces have told her goodbye
as she’s naturally aging and growing in size.
There’s been copious times I could’ve left her and gone,
but the lows and the highs seem to strengthen our bond.
She’s never responded to my wishes and wants
so my sense of belonging and affinity’s lost.
She’s different spots that protrude from her pores.
The same people slinging her rocks view her with scorn.
She’s abused like a whore, but never opens her mouth,
I suppose she’s used to them walking all over her now.
When no-ones around, she takes me to task,
by showing me how to change and adapt.
There’s mistakes from her past she’s obscuring from sight
as she’s papered the cracks and moved with the times.
Her once beautiful, vibrant self now ugly and static
secluded in silence and looking abandoned.
She’s bloodied and damaged, she’s lost to neglect,
she’s struggling and carries a god-awful stench.
But with what she has left of her prominent features
she wants to defend beyond logic and reason.
Downtrodden and beaten, shown no respect,
and her options look bleaker the older she gets.
I love and loathe her immensely, but I’m not looking for pity,
just the son who knows he’s indebted to his mother – the city.

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"Blix"

In the afterglow of a star foregoing it's collapse
the frozen Takhaar kingdom lies prone to an attack.
The cold has been so ravaging, with harsher winds to come,
that the home of the Takhaarishi has halved within a month.
It's architectural sculptures of once monumental size
lie carpeted in sulphur beneath a frosted bed of ice.
The drop in present climate has seen their numbers deplete
as they're not as energised without the sun and it's heat.
They function by gleaning it's energy through their scales
so this sudden extreme has left them weakened and pale.
Its people are ailing, but we're not here to try and support 'em,
we're just eagerly waiting to strike without warning...
"FIRE ON MY ORDER!" caterwauled General Binx
who smiled at the corners of his menacing grin.
His dual-headedness lifted a tentacle upright
addressing his missionaries as he steadied his good eye.
"READY?" he grunts while they hang on his word
as the vedette adjust in a mechanical whirr.
Binx blasts an assertive "AIM!" to the squad he's commanding,
as the polax-cannon then searches for a Point of Optimum Damage.
Once the POD is established "FIRE!" comes his ***kling cry
as it's infrasonic galactic beam lights up the vacuous sky.
Binx glanced to his right, where his deputy sat,
& thought back to a time before he made the General's badge.
A centuries passed since the falling of that star,
when he was drafted to go to war with the Takhaar.
Binx was always pretty ardent that their hecatomb was met
but had worn a heavy heart today when sentencing their deaths.
His deputy had questioned him before they set off in pursuit
and still etched within his memory was "What did they do?"
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"The Great Cleansing"


Grimwald survived The Great Cleansing but his camp had been taken,
so there was no time to waste as he planned his invasion!
Standing there waiting, shrouded in silence,
He anticipated their next move while he scoured the horizon.
He shuffled out from his hiding place to view what was standing before him
but all he found was a mighty drop, the gap was enormous!
The chasm a yawning mouth, gaping as long as wide,
yet he'd have a camp up by morning if he could make it the other side.
Bravely he scuttled sidewards and fumbled along the edge,
- a foot misplaced and he would have died, tumbling to his death!
So he clung to each nook and crevice with each step he persisted,
suddenly up ahead, he heard the hum of an enemy that crept
in the distance!
Grimwaulds adrenaline instantly intensified but he tried to feign composure
as his predatory instinct of fight or flight had taken over.
He lies in waiting.
Closer.
Theres an urgent stabbing strike
and his rival lays disposed of, having first been paralysed.
No ones heard the hallowed cry as Grimwauld leads him away
to serve his appetite, as he hadn't eaten in days.
He feasts on the late victim and flesh drips from his jowls
leaving the taste of ironised blood thick in his mouth.
It was kill or be found, and if he thought he might die,
he'd do everything in his power to ensure he survived.
Grimwauld was a wily veteran of sorts
and bearing caution in mind had been what kept him from deaths jaws.
He was a remnant of the wars.
This didn't feel like a victory though
as while his many friends had fallen, he still considered this home.
He picked up his old resolve, embarking with deft side steps,
before he quickened his soldier march to a left, right, left.
With his chest tight-pressed up against the pallid wall
his omniscient eyes met with the safe haven that he sought.
He had made it to the forlorn encampment he had seen
with cobwebs draped from the bulwarks, it was scattered with debris.
Grinwauld scanned the vast retreat for all he could use
before he ambled to retrieve what he thought was a morsel of food.
As he neared toward it he knew, the object was no small snack,
but what he saw was his true loves cephalothorax!
Her exo-skeletal war mask and strewn body parts litter the web,
with Arachnia's head held in his small hands, he attempts to kiss her again.
It signals his end.
He crawls above the bathtub and retreats.
Hid from the cleansing, and safe for another summer at least...

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"What Does It Equate To?"



The sky didn't load today. I stared straight at the screen
as binary code fell where the rain should of been.
It simulated a series of sums in substantial
chains of repeating numbers and fractals.
Hundreds of calculations began their descent
as I studied their patterns to exact what they meant.
The mathematical medley spread further afield
until every last geometric of Second World was revealed!
I searched my surreal surrounding amazed to discover
that this perfect ideal had been painted by numbers!
Every shape had a structural plan at it's basis
that made up the sum of a mathematical matrix.
These enigmatic equations were behind all that I saw
- the statutory basics of what had caused them to form.
This ordered conformity proved hard to resist
as I was sure there was more to it, so I started to think!
How did every part of this simulation work to a mandate
yet remain so largely in-sync with it's virtual landscape?
Second World was a man-made augmented reality
that was perfectly translated from a numerical tapestry.
Was there a connection I hadn't seen that was hidden as well?
I sensed that there had to be, so I continued to delve!
These algorithms all held predefined symmetries
from the patterned ridges on shells to the changing tides of the sea.
Even the spiralling sequence pine cones happened to have
- it was like they'd all speak the universal language of math!
These fractal-like patterns were a product of automation
manufactured en masse so they were functioning verbatim.
I studied the equations and how they related to each other
both the number of the nature, and the nature of the numbers.
Fascinated to uncover the building blocks of this digital zone
- was there a way I could adjust it, to the one we physically know?
I clicked to look closer, compare and contrast,
thinking this over as my avatar searched everywhere on the map.
It became fairly apparent in the use of this fresh search
that both worlds shared an elaborate numeral network!
I continued it a step further, looking at the characteristics
in the movement and tenure of our planetary systems.
They all have an elliptical structure they have to keep
it's a mathematical synergy that's governed by gravity.
The circumference they travel being exactly the same
is yet another example seen of these factors at play.
The galaxy's made up of constants and certainties
with math at the base of the logical world we see!
Once that anomaly first appeared for me to establish the fact
I knew the one universally spoken language was math!
Things didn't happen by chance, there was a method pertained
and the more I carried on asking, the more questions I raised.
Had the universe "invented" this matrix the day it first formed
or had we developed it later, to explain what we saw?
Did we make up the formula as a tool to depict with
or was this nature performing as it would do since existence?
The true coefficient is we still haven't answered its secret
but i'm damn sure it inhibits a mathematical sequence...
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"Thick As Thieves"



They had a routine with both playing a part
one would stand a few feet away from the mark.
The other came up and started blithering nonsense
making way for his partner to pick at their pockets!
The quick-fingered accomplice relieved the owners items
lifting the wallets he commandeered in total silence.
The thieves were both reliant on the other for success
but keep the coast in mind, as the punishment is death!
If they were rumbled the offenders would make light on their feet
and run to their Dickensian den to hide from the police.
It was here they tried out techniques and the items were opened
refining their deceitful ruse as they'd divide what was stolen.
There were tie pins and broaches, tobacco cases and tins,
all acquired in the hope of them one day making it rich.
The places they picked in and plundered for pence
were laden with riches, and more money than sense!
Blue-bloods were the best you could hope to pocket in
because of them revelling in their own incompetence.
Once they'd chose an obvious stooge who's wage looked decent
- a knowing nod and wink was exchanged between them...

The square that day was heaving so they quicken their great strides
while lying in wait to fleece him, hidden in plain sight!
They switch up and change sides, desperate to lay low,
yet inching their way right toward the depths of his waist coat.
Edging a stage closer and with all eyes on the job
there's not a second to waste so they strike on the spot!
Their timings like clockwork - their movement sudden and swift -
and as synchronised as the watch they were looking to lift!
They fluster the stiff just enough to distract him
- one bumping deliberately into him as the other’s distracting.
It’s shoved in his jacket and The Dip leaves unannounced
with his crooked companion left to deal with the crowd…

The easy-touch bounded and raised up an arm
climbing to his feet as he's shouting “Stay where you are!”
The Distraction, playing it calm, did as he said
hesitating to scarper to ensure The Dip was ahead.
“You pitiful wretch, you’ve stolen the watch!”
the victim exemplified as his mouth openly frothed.
“Show me your pockets!”
The distraction had nothing.
but that alone, if they got him, would show he had an accomplice.

“It’s one of His Majesty’s watches!” then pled the deceived
but realising it’s value and profit, The Distraction fled from the scene!
The gentry and regals try to keep up with him
as he heads for his secret bolt-hole to meet with The Dip.
The screams of these rich nobles follow him all of the way
down every street he'd commit to as he sought an escape.
As he nears the corner of Main Street he quickens his sprint -
climbing through the smallest of spaces to give them the slip!
The Distraction signalled The Dip, knocking on the stairs in repeat,
but was instantly distraught when he was nowhere to be seen…

The Distraction tears their retreat up, “I’ll kill him!” he pledged
as the heart he’d wear on his sleeve sinks in his chest.
He thinks for a second as he acknowledges this
- I bet The Dip had heard mention the watch was the King’s!
The dodgy delinquent had dishonoured their code
to prosper by pilfering from one of his own!
He'd took off with the golden watch upon hearing it’s worth
- what d'ya know, you can’t take a thief at his word!
The Distraction’s feelings were hurt as this imposture had cut deep
but he had got what he deserved, there’s no honour amongst thieves!
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- 24 hours to key 50 lines.


"Invitation to Hell"


The darkness engulfed her beautiful skin
as she started to tumble through the abyss.
As she continued to spin toward the unknown
the high-pitch she vociferated caught in her throat.
The fall wasn't broken until such time had surpassed
that the poor thing awoke as she arrived with a crash.
Sideways she glanced to take in her surrounds
before trying to stand, only to find something pinning her down.
She winced at the mounting pressure applied to her back
but from this position she's powerless to try and react.
"There's no fighting this," ***kled an anonymous foe
"Where am I?" she had snapped "I want to go home!"
The voice dropped to a low octave, many times that which it had spoke,
and her body had froze as the ominous tone laughed "This is your home!"
Within that moment there was a sudden bursting of light
she blinked uncontrollably to find him stood over her with a scythe.
With one merciless strike the poor woman had been marked for death
where the curve of its knife-blade had passed and carved an X.
"Shall we start again?" the sarcastic sadist spat with malaise
as she grasped the scarring flesh with a hand to her face.
A sharp vascular pain jolted through the length of her being
as she tried to answer her jailer, only to find her strength had depleted.
"Don't you get it yet, heathen?" he hissed with a rasp
"You were sent here to me for your sins in the past,"
"Then kill me!" she panted. He snorts "Haven't you figured it out yet?"
"This is about wrath, dear girl - this isn't about death!"
His eyes were simmering round embers that seethe as he speaks
"I've witnessed the countless friends you've lied to, cheated and fleeced,"
"There's people I've seen help you..." the Devil sat and observed
"...only for you to repeat your deceit once their back had been turned!"
He glanced at the girl menacingly while he weighed up the facts.
"Maybe it's time I grant what you've earned," he paused. "I'll make you a pact,"
She waits for his gambit. "If you can climb from the pit,"
"and escape from the shaft, then I'll let you live!"
Right at that instant she was expelled from his hold
and blinded by pitch-blackness as it enveloped her whole.
Her senses on overdrive as she struggled to see
then fell on the broken glass shards under her feet.
They cut her to pieces, the stygian blood drying to scabs,
and her becoming numb to the feeling with the more time that elapsed.
Her slight little hands crept the crepuscular course
until they finally happened upon the foot of the wall.
Upward she crawled, as she'd cling to its edge,
pulling her wrought body up with everything she had left.
Her fingers were red and calloused, almost buckling under the strain,
but she picked up her head and then pushed through the pain.
It took her an age before her arrival at its peak
as she shuffled her weight slowly and started climbing to her feet.
"After all the times you were deceitful in those fables you'd tell,
and you don't know a liar when you meet one?" he scoffed.
"You're staying in Hell!"

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
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Really nice rhymes for the most part.

But you make me fucking sick.

The first 2 pages of bars wasn't enough classic.

Log back on to @sral (the one w. the clean record?) and Slap about 10-12 more in a row ...... other ppl putting ur shit up in the hall just wasn't enough.

accomp! accomp! let's roast pharaoh! let's entomb him! I'll help Lars I'll help.! Personals all over.

He doesnt even need this thread to COMPETE tho.
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Some of those first page rhymes are over 10 years old now, some of those on page 2 are even older… from when I was a literal teenager first trying out ‘topicals’.
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