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12-26-05, 11:05 PM
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A Life Of Chryme
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The Revelation & DramaQueen vs. Fathom This & Suspicious
IP: 0EA3 F884
 Battles up: Monday Check In: Wednesday Drop time: Friday Both members must check in. Only one member must drop the verse. If you are unaware about the rules, click here Topic: [B]Struggle for Victory[/B] No Line Limit, Go All Out . . . . .
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12-26-05, 11:08 PM
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GG Haterz
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IP: 40D5 78A8
Checking in, px
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12-27-05, 05:00 AM
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Odi et Amo
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IP: C9A2 1C80
Checkity Check Check
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12-27-05, 01:24 PM
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The Topical Juggernaut
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IP: CCF3 0222
If they no show can I go vs. ^_^
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Blow It - Topical -=Respect List=-
Crhyme Sindicate  The unexamined life is not worth living.
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12-27-05, 02:27 PM
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IP: 0825 899A
This will be fairly easy.
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12-27-05, 05:59 PM
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GG Haterz
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IP: 1032 3810
Haha, good luck to you too.
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12-27-05, 10:48 PM
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All these Dead Presidents
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IP: 44ED 234C
lol.. chris you cocky bastard.
check bitches.. incase you thought I wouldnt 
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12-28-05, 12:10 AM
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The Original Half Ass King
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IP: 7C6D 1B8D
What happened to Ysdat and I?
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12-28-05, 12:11 AM
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GG Haterz
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IP: 1032 3810
We squeeked out with the win, barely.
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12-28-05, 12:02 PM
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All these Dead Presidents
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IP: 44ED 234C
No speakin this time Revy. Lol.. g/l
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12-28-05, 01:35 PM
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GG Haterz
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IP: 4F02 7965
I'll kill you..
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12-28-05, 04:59 PM
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All these Dead Presidents
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IP: 44ED 234C
I'll pee on you.
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12-30-05, 11:48 PM
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GG Haterz
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IP: 9D09 1AF7
As I wander on this rock I try and find my place, I look down and turn around and look her in the face. She says, 'Baby, you need to do this for yourself, It doesn't involve me, the kids, money or wealth' She's right, this jump is what I need to succeed, But I'm afraid of the mangled mess I may be, ...........When I finally jump, all I can do is bleed But then at the same time, I need this thrill in life, It's like a General in order to advance he needs stripes. I wipe off the sweat that clings to my face and body, Trying to wipe of water but put on dirt that's cloddy. 'Are you ready yet sir?" I'm not sure, when do I go? 'Who knows sir, I've been waiting for years for you to go'. Why do you stay here then? If it takes up your time? Cuz I want to see when you jump, gotta happen sometime. So I looked over the mountain, and saw the jump to make, If I didn't take the leap then when I do it could be too late. I wish there was fate, so I didn't have to decide within me, Whether I want to take risks, no more strugglin for victory. .....The sky is clear and blue, no chance of rain or escaping, ......Everyone is sighing around me at how long I am taking. I'm shaking with fear and distrust, how do I know I am right? I might just fall off and hit the ground, oh such an ugly sight. To imagine that makes me queezy, but then I visualize victory, Everyone surround my cheering my name but then I'm too early. .......I then think of living but failing, how everyone is so angry, Not this handsome guy, but this ugly person whos face is bloddy. Finally, I just look to the left and right, and realize my fate is me, Time to decide who I am......and what I think that I want to be. I strap up with my cords, and know that these will protect my safety, I look deep inside to see what God gave and what has made me. I take a running start......but I cannot take that final step, I make a petty excuse like I needed to something I might forget. Another try.....but yet again I fail in fear but I cannot let them know, So I show a straight face, and said I had to kiss her before I go. So I kissed her, no more excuses and I think now I have to jump, There is nothing around me, except a small stump. My feet are moving and I decide I need to so I just close my eyes, While I am running I keep thinking the same thought, "Why?!" Why am I doing this? The terror grips me and slows me down a tad, But I tell myself I will be fine and that it will not be that bad. I feel my legs push off the ground as I soar into the air, It felt like for 10 minutes all I did was hang there. Then I knocked on the door, and now there is so much I can do, Who knew that if I just kept at it I could do something new. I started to fall into the room, and with that I kissed my cross, I then opened the door and said to him, ' Hello Boss'.............. 'Why hello there Mr. James, you want your check for the day?' "Actually sir there is something else, you see there's another on the way." And I was wondering if you had any positions that I could apply" I finally say it, wondering if he will let me have joy or leave me to cry. 'Well now that you mention it, I've wondered if you wanted a promotion, But you always seemed to like your job and you always seemed devoted. But I have an opening as an Executive position in sales and retail, Ask my secretary and she will be sure to give you the details.' I can't believe it, I want to jump up and down but I shake his hand and leave, Amazing how the hardest thing that had me struggling for victory, was me.
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12-30-05, 11:48 PM
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GG Haterz
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IP: 9D09 1AF7
Italic = me
Bold = DQ
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12-30-05, 11:58 PM
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IP: 0825 899A
Struggle for Victory Italic - Suspicious Bold - Fathom This For your lively sake, please do not weep or mourn, For I have prepared for my death since the day I was born.. . . Critical anxiety flowing, cerebriation crashing through my mind, Blood rushing through my veins, I seek for help; there's no signs Muscles tightening upon compression, my thoughts are oppressive, I urge myself to run, but the fear of death makes me repressive The moment is soon to come, where failure is a presence, the masks come off from demons, and treat humans like peasants The death of one has come quickly, another soon to call, while the struggle for victory is endless, so is hell's fall Ever embracing the solitary contrary to his old friends, Cold winds of an autumn he spends without a soul's breath Dropped the paint brush to illustrate a vision he can touch, Graffiti laminated walls beckon his name to fill in the cuts So heaven he walks, down a savaged path to hear the water's tide, As it crashes the receding line of sand, it hollers and cries Replenishing the tear's in his eyes, he wants to plunge in, But the hidden sun sings his demise of demons in a dungeon Before his father used his hand to violently maul his face, Burning his pupils to a memory that even he could never trace If only he could see the stars plummeting because of his death, He sold his soul and eternity for 24 hours of vision in stead Now, he lacks the dollars to recollect his pastels and chemistry, An entity of little meaning, scening his chest with an elegy His skin cut to ribbons, his enemy is his own subconscious, A monster scaring him out the closet is now the lady ceasing the nonsense His mother has been looking for her first born for months on end, Attends the city's primates, a jungle of rusting wires about to disconnect Listening to the voices in her head, finding the speaker of these words, Turns to park at the curb, walking past the park benches and birds Disturbed, a quick gasp exhumes from her gaping mouth, The shaping clouds casts a gloom on her son not making a sound Cries into the night, blood clots stop the puddle of life, Sighs are not heard through the dimness located in his eyes That are open... . . Twas' a sorrowful day, head low as I exited the hospital doors.. Finally decyphered why the mole on my foot has been so sore.. Sitting silently beneath the wall mount, waiting for that call, from he who pronounces my well-being, he who tells it all.. Clock struck 6, the chattering ring started, my sweat runs cold.. Arguing with thine self, refusing to answer, fearing what i'll be told.. Stern voice flows over the line, appearing his voice is weak.. For it seems I have a chronic illness, and further help I should seek.. A month staggers by, medical aide? I havent given them a shout.. Effects taking place, beneath my cap lays folicles of hair that have fallen out.. Feel ill, thine eyes deceive me? Has thine skin turned yellow.. How come no human can hear thy screams when I bellow? Heart racing fast, saying a prayer as I prepare for his final answer.. Struck with awe, it seems i've been diagnosed with terminal cancer.. Sleep has yet to be bestowed upon thee', I know now how it is to be ill.. Glass filled to the brim, down that while I inhale all these bedtime pills.. Enduring surgeries subsequently, becoming difficult to hang on.. Living life under the needle, Give up? No I shall maintain and stay strong.. Bitter it seems, I snickered in the faces of those who suffered this harm.. Used to be blivious, now I truley feel the wrath of karma.. Alienated from civilazation, an actual life is what disease has stole.. Seperated from family, my wife my son, my ceasar is now an I.V. pole.. Olympic sprinter was my dream, to think I was only a tenth of a second away.. Overcome with joy of achievement, I walked 2 steps unattended today.. Given insight, Three years left before my body is due to self destruct.. Mind is deteriorating, IQ test scores lower and thoughts cant construct.. Infatuated with death and corosion, thine body has begun to deplete.. Struggled throughout thine life to succeed, and that makes me complete. . . He catches flies, tricked into the web; life's still a mystery, When will the time come, where we don't have to struggle for victory? |
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