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Mentalz & .Lola "Kitten" Cruez. II vs. Spektikul & Ysdat
 Battles up: Monday Check In: Wednesday Drop time: Friday Both members must check in. Only 1 member must drop the verse. Rules Topic: What I Found With My Soul 16-32 Lines per member . . . . . |
TouchDown!.....check
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Checkin' in....
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I love thses topic were people put two random words together :bored:
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Word, sense im dope ill just half ass it :cool:
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Spek n Ysdat's Finished Topical...
What I Found With My Soul - Moment of Seperation - Alone in my created hell hole, I am speechless in need of expression Misplaced lessons brought me right to a point of lifes discretion Warped mind runs rampant,creating thoughts of the past few days Back arching shiver's crunch my stiff spine,I witness black sun rays Snapping into a moment of life, its mearly my bloodless virgin birth I feel unsure who I am, grasiously try to stub this serpant curse Undoubtly have many followers,but im mearly a follower myself Feeling sick inside like my souls forming a hollow in my health Gazing into blackness surrounding, my eyes malfunction insain My hands bleed the blood of life,while my heart beat's life pain I feel pinned in a position like a murder'd picture on hells wall Minds hearing wicked static like the devils out of range cell calls Eye movements rapidly fast, but it seems im here to die so slow They say faith has its up and downs, How deep can I fucking go? As I hear tyrants yelling my name holding there flame torches high Desperatly try to reach to my soul,to find my position and explain why Blindly feel a sudden emptyness inside like erdoded corpse in casket Glaring eyes stare as I pass out , visions of a child, floating in a river basket - State of Seperation - Looking down at unconscious states, I watch my body disintegrate Gathering memories of miracles, and disregard every sin I'd make Bloodied, bruised, drama convinced me I was in the showman's shoes Incapable of ascending higher, still weary from Romans and Jews Left suspended in such a way, I notice a fight for every breath More confused than my own mind, am I living, or is this death? Sunrays form salted sweat on my brow, as I begin a violent cry Frustrated and helpless, no matter how loud still silent, why? The far horizon holds a church, just above it stands a steeple Realizing in this moment, Ill sacrifice this body for my people I fly beside my carcass, an dissolve inside from a touched cheek Finally, my eyes were open, releasing just enough energy to speak: "O Father, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high! Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last!" These final words I spoke, provoked cracked whips and heavy stones Yet again I leave my body, which now is only blood and broken bones Townsfolk truly feel they've won, for me this is nothing like a loss Evaporating into the sky, witnessing my body still nailed to the cross. "...and his name still lives on." |
Fuckin' right.. Good shit you two.
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*Notices in rules that we must tell who did what*
Ysdat - first half Spek - second half. Sorry Sick... :) |
Still 'sick' though. ;)
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ok spek ill let that slide.. if you make it to the next round please label your verses :)
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^ Jeeeeaaaa.... :thumbup:
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Shut up cunt lips we're droppin' last minute. :p
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Mentalz
Lola What if I told you secretly, that for five years of straight fued ...Two tactical minds would collide in holy hate & revenue... "It's only fate!" proclaimed the pope Urban the Second The Holy War at its most virulent point in attempts to be effective Correct it, The Holy Land was a fiercely contested battlefield neglected Shielded soldiers weilded religion as reason's to slaughter Fought over by Muslim and Christian armies, zealots and assassins. Ever active in attackin' in the name of god's will & passion. ...Savage 'morbid' lynguistics, from putrid infidels to simplistics... But get this: two renowned figures errupted from the 'sickness' ...Richard the Lionheart, then King of England, versus Content... The European cursed Sultan Saladin. Savior of Alah's profits. Contenued conflict, as Creators names portrayed an' held High As the Warriors of God collide an' explode in the night's sky It's lifes cry... An excuse to conquer the proper and slaughter As Son's and Daughters prosper from the gift the Angel of Death offer's. .:Richard the Lionheart:. I was born on September 8, 1157, & was enthroned in 1172. King to few, for kingdoms are run from poverty to including fueds. I spent a few, years... in twining my mind in proper sanction Until I felt the urge to splurge and collide with the Muslim Nation Subtle & Patient. I tried to fight for whats right, coincide with my God But alas. I guess my God's a fraud because we lost it to Alah's stance. I crawled intranced, with my lance on point and justly in order Up until Saladin strode his army up to the Husky Holy Border Now I'm Older. I think back to the Third Crusade's parade of Shambles. I understand the gambles placed by the Christian race in despising haste It's "describing fate". Yah, suprising state we were in b/c of the Irate. I taste my soul, & watch it falter and alter at the altar & in roll... For when I died April 6, 1199, from a wound in the Limousin. I realized the forsaken choice in the poise of the pope's engrossed poison. .:Saladin:. I was born in 1137 a scholar, and died, March 4, 1193 a Muslim Hero. It was never my intentions to be resurrected from zero's standing. To commanding demanding folks to Jerusalem's unspoken ranting Panting, as I counter the thunder from the 'powder' cowards ...Louder, as the vibrant encounters eclipse religions poison shower... Poised to cower, during the First Crusades grasp of the city... ...Doomed to loom in utter control as we stroll in self pity... It's shitty... but in the end my men fought & won the city's hold We were bold enough to hold the corrupted assassins death toll Wept for the soul, it's what I did in the end, & whitnessed canty Scripted sanity & so the Muslim Nation still holds it in strict tenacity.  If anyone is confused, this is about the role Saladin and Richard the Lionheart played in the Third Crusade. |
omg i was going to leave feed until i saw that yellow shit lol fuck all that
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ill change the color you blind bitch.
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