phrantik vs Mad Man
 

10 lines min. 20 max
due: Thursday (get intouch with me if that wont work for your schedule. we will work it out. Also if you have problems with topics reach me.

Topic: Gravestones

-hahaha-
Good Luck Mad Man.

Wow, why doesn't someone bend me over backwards and stick a dildo in my ass.
Let me guess, I'm the bottom seed, and he's the top.

*sigh*I hate my life *sigh*





Checkin' In

LOL..

Gravestones....damn nice topic...ill watch this one for sure....

who's gonna win??? I have no idea hehehe...


just wanna say good luck!

Yo, if you don't mind, I won't be able to post until Friday, I got a concert at my school both tomarrow and Thursday night, and I don't wanna drop a weak keystyle, tiK, I could use this one :D

sounds good. Friday is set for Mad Man phrantik is still for thursday--

-1-

haha my verse is done and dope.

phrantik i have high expectations for what im about to see.

-1-

goodluck to both of you i am watching this one

Gravestones... A tribute to the forgotten

A thousand heads stand erect in the dirt
Symbolizing the tortured souls I had hurt
There voices only speak in monotonous tone
And their faces fall apart like eroding stone
Each head a memory, expression of deeds
The fruit that has grown from my evil seeds
Tributes of Flowers get laid beneath the heads
To praise, give thanks to all those dead
But I bring rotten dead roses that wilt
To let them remember it’s them I had killed
Their blood I had spilled, their lives I had stole
And it was me that left them dead in a hole
Forgotten by family shut out by their friends
It was I who brought existence to ends
Years of denial have left corpses gone rotten
And gravesotones to pay tribute to the forgotten

keep this to your self mad man

thats way too much material against you

i hope noone else reads that and then

:eek: speechless

dope verse

mad, your up

mad come on man better see something when i wake up---

-1-

I walk through the Graveyard with flowers in my hand
It feels like the millionth time I've walked through this land
And the trek that I make is one full of sorrow
Everytime I make it, I wish there was no tomarrow
And then I arrive at that lonely grave
The name reads: Jill Emma Redave
Born 1986 Died 2003
"The loveliest girl that ever would be."
See her parents truly loved her with all of their heart
But I loved her more that with her I still can't part
See I can still recall my desire
And every revery I have is on fire
See everytime we met, in my heart there was a burning
Because every night we spent together was the heat of yearning
And I can't take not ever seeing her again
And I pulled out what would let me see her in heaven
And on her cross, I boar Christ's position in which he died
Blood flowed from my head from where I lied
This loss was something that I couldn't get over on my own
And next to her I got my own Gravestone...