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~Babylon~ vs HopesFall (LightWeight Championship)
Rules:
Battles Go Up Monday (Only Friday this time, starting after this week will be Mondays) Check In Due Wednesday By 11:59 PM Eastern Time Verses Due Friday By 11:59 PM Eastern Time Voting Ends Sunday By 11:59 PM Eastern Time 20 Lines Minimum 40 Lines Maximum No Biting No Recycling Do Not Go Over The Line Limit Or Under The Line Limit Meaning No Less Than 20 Lines No More Than 40 Lines You Must Vote On 3 Battles Per Week And Edit Them Into Your Check-In.. If You Dont Do So, Youre Banned From The Tourney The Following Week Topic : Lost Vision |
time to kill this fag!
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wow, you kind... try not to no-show this time.
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“Emotionally Impaired Vision”
Anger, emotions rupture, I clutch her, Yell and scream until my tongue hurts, I’ve sunk words, into the layers of her face and eyes, It’s wild, to know blurred vision can make you smile or cry, Egotism can block your sense of love, And push you to the limit and yell ENOUGH, When your borders erupt, she screams and you’re done, Fed up and then some, you run to get some food, and she’s rung, Up by her neck by your fingers and thumb, she drops to the floor, And stumbles yelling, “I thought you were so much more!” “I was but you fucked it all up” is the sound of responses, You know where this leads, and to where this launches, Into a darkened world of sick hatred, crazy that you’ve dated, For only 2 years, it was greatness, until the day you found out you mistaken, In the kitchen you’re pacing, knowing it’s crazy, The feeling you’ve had when you’ve woken up lately, The absence of love settled and the hurt was insane, It dug so deep into your pores to the point it rattled your brain, She enters the kitchen, bitchin’ about how she is mistreated, You begin to be leaving, the grabs your coat, and shoves with her treason, Once pushed away, you looked at the gun; you’ve got one, But step back, wipe your eyes clear, and look at the long run… |
"Lost Vision" . . . . . . hospital bed, no clothes, eyes are blurry memories of a reckless driver flyin' wit furry wheels snap, glass breaks, face gits smashed life fastly flashed soon see a glimpse of past I see my mothers face, my brothers face another face, why must I suffer this fate I wake soon, with face displaced too in a dark room, no light switch, a dark toom realization sets in, theres no more sun to see no more light bulbs, no more words to read no more colors, no more mountains and clouds night and day the same, have only touch and sound standin' hear, fealing scared with nerves family appears, but still its only their words father holds me closely, mother consoles me hating my new self, fealing god owes me i hear a baby and I smell a new aroma my wife and a kid, I realize soon i was in a coma its a year later and she was pregnate back then god gave life, and it only took him a second to cash in 356 days ago, my sons life didnt start yet god changed my life and all it took was one car wreck wanted to kill my self, but that choice was a sin his face i'll never know, he's just a voice in the wind . . . . . . ~Babz~ |
uhh, why would wheels snap?
lol, sweet context you have there. |
vote/Babylon
Hopes, I thought you had this after reading the first 5 or so lines of you piece...it was really tight, but dropped off quite a bit after that. I really liked story that Babylon brought to the table, and the way the new baby brought a new hope to the life of the guy that lost his sight...just really nice |
~Babylon~ wins at 1-0 at the end of voting
~Babylon~ +4 Whyte Ave. -2 |
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