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Billy Baghdad vs Poetic Artist
IP: 5285 DC82
Battle Rules:
20-100 Lines No Crew Votes No Recycling No Biting Just simply battle me and shut the fuck up kid. Topic as chosen by nieja- Devils on her mind Minimum posts to vote: 500 Check in by: 04-11-06 at 04:38 AM Must drop verse in 2880 minutes after check in. |
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“Josie, the burden ” . . . Closed eyes, dark image, shady reflection in mist Indiscretions from imperfect regrets in the mix Dangerous demons lead to deranged distinctions And dominate the duty derived from childcare to discretion A baby raised by a postpartum stuck in a daze A vague memory of many men lost in a haze She welcomed them into her bed with out a word to be said Slurs of curses in anger emerge in her head The day of the test brought pain and unrest This test, not for school or sport but for a pregnancy check . . . . . Now a child lost and lonely, receives the love of a phony Someone who hates this life, and her own daughter named Josie A slaughter, a murder, these are the thoughts that she ponders And wonders, the idea, it just dawned her Could I do it, abuse this little bundle of joy Should I choke her, break her neck, make her swallow a toy Or toss her on a slate and puraid her little ass with a blade Spray mace in her face until she can’t breathe and she fades I shouldn’t do it! I wont! but I could! cause I can! Homicidal arguments with herself in a trance Screams from the kid, having dreams in the crib Mother drinking and she seams to just flip Grabs the bottle and breaks it, this crazy lady cant take it .......No! she didn’t kill josie....... She put the glass on her own skin and she scraped it Bleeding and sufferin’… and her blood its just gushin’ Disgustin’ but shes lovin the feeling of nothin’ A numbness she’s trustin’ cause it keeps the demons from fussin’ Now its calm, quiet, the sound collectively drawn And she looks down in awe as she sees she used her own arm as a pawn . . . . . Now she talks to doctors on visits and takes pills cause they fix it Has a nurse as a witness, cause of those social services bitches This problem she’s had since the day josie was born Has scorned her life as its torn, ripped, and shredded from form She’s adjusted to this troublesome, spiritual justice This damnation it’s crushing and she’s trapped in its clutches So the days as they drain and the nights as it rains So does her pain, the pills cant fix that, they just keep her sustained Now she’s out, and Calls her doctor so she could page him for help Mentally she needed them, so she could maintain in her health .......Later that night....... Takes one last look at her baby and she hangs her self . . . .....Damn.....
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IP:
*editors notes: Please when reading this take note of the rhyme scheme used in the first 2 diary entrys. Aswell as the signifigance to the titles. In Who am I , she starts to loose sanity and go on about things that dont make much sense, take note when you vote.
-Poetic Artist- Devils on her mind
 Dear Diary Opening Thoughts You commaned and I listened, Placed my soul in your hands I was stranded and missing, I tasted your goal and you ran slit wrist's and drunk my own blood, why didnt you not drink aswell? Im a misfit appreciatting your love, but I think your from hell your eyes they show pictures of hate, fire and despair the lies?I wish you would wait, not choke me with this wire of fear bleed the pain of god, each time you touch my heart You seem the same but odd, a priest mind is sold from start fate is rare and stalking, but you seem to of froze his look wait!! I can hear you walking, I better close this book. Dear Diary Who am I? Residing here in this empty room, my pen and diary im hyding near mums freindly womb,reality seems so firey wish you could reply, instead I speak to my thoughts you kiss me from the sky, Im dead and this lifes distraught prospecting your goals, forced me to be your prodige'e im not testing souls, applaused me but please just go away Times in slow motion, and the bullets heading straight for my brain my minds had your potion, death will come if i wait and remain Dear Diary Lifes prevail vivid dream of tomorrow,but thats proberly just the end of time Knees putting holes in the floor as I pray to god's mind he's obviously cut his ears off cause he refused to hear me speak I tried to slice my wrist, but devils even made the knife to weak tormenting chants fill the air while an ery silence fills my mind tryna visualize my future yet regret whats been left behind small glimps thru a window allows the sight of smoldering rain I strongly carry myself on my back to shoulder the pain with the shakiest steps I move thru the halls arradiatted voice Malfunctioning words,separating thoughts,my mind has eliminated choice Information pending, I search for the property of the devil eyes burn with agony, I just want answers to reveal as I flip the wallet, it all comes signifigantly true I read my name on his ID, do you know the feeling when the devil is you? |
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