! Formal Logic vs Phrantik !
Verse's due Jan. 7 Votes due Jan. 10 Since we are all supposed to have lives, there is a lot of time to post your verses. Also meaning there is no reason to no show. topic Bottle of humans |
you cant spell win with out in.
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Yeesh, Master. Indecision to make incisions fogging my dreams that I invision Attack a position to complete my mission, create the final superstition Ten feet tall, wide as a wall, legs built strong so he’ll never fall And never crawl, my new puppeteer doll, answering to my beckon and call To fight my war, and whats in store, to complete my very terrible chore only folklore, but now no more, he knocks on reality and opens the door. Forged from hate, and parts of the great, deathly pale and cold as slate Now for fate, a brain from a crate, death and destruction when he awakes He grunts and sighs, God Damn It’s Alive, sits up and turns from side to side I’m filled with pride, to me he abides, and he cant be beat cause he already died This monster is mine, I built his spine, from a bottle of humans I built his mind Escaped my crime, by keeping the world on a line… Thanks to my monster, I call Frankenstien. |
no showing hoe.
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