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Topic...
A second chance

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damn that topic madman...aiighty then....im in...checkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk........sound s good....ok these a mass time difference here,so illhave to work it out how much time ive got,im not exactly sure,but ill post it on time...


bismillah

hello?anyone else checkin in?i dunno what day it is in america or wherever,but its sunday here,i thin kits still like sunday morning,so got a whole nother day...............

Don't worry, I'm in.
It's good I can count on not having a no show this time.
Hopefully I can make something acceptable out of it.
Plenty of inspiration...

aiighty then,good to see ya ...good luck with it.good topic,if im ever in anything i never no show,you can count ill be in it...

oky done,jus waitin on shabaz....




bismillah ir rahmaan ir raheem........................10000000000000000000 0000000000 damn characters ahha

welll im done-tis tuesday here,so ill post my verse later tonight.


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i was goign to wait for tomorrow,seeign how its only monday wher eyou are...but eh..ill do it now.




the wind blew hard from the south,he looked down,the puddle reflection rippled in the ground//
whispering the sounds of his past home town,his dirt covered face wore a frown,rain trickled down//
on the spot were he sat,like he was constantly followed by brooding storm clouds...

the reflection in the puddle changed,the back water of the storm drain changed course//
the puddle grew in size,slowly metamorphize a picture of his former home,former life//
that intense horrifing life where he felt he ahd his head in a vice,he blink twice,put down the crack pipe//
and breifly smiled at the pictures of his old childhood,then saw the devils eyes where his father stood//
he reeled back not wanting to look,but being drawn to the story,thinking it could do him good//
to reflect on what was,rather then what was meant to be,instead of worrying all day what he had to eat//

he was an athlete,at school he ran track,was popular,had a girlfriend that was studying ot be a doctor//
everything was good,his life was great,until that one day,his birthday the neighbourhood congogate//
to celebrate,his independance,his toasting sentence he took a reference to melanies absence,he finished//
and continue round the back way to find her presence,body leaking a red substance her life escence//
he almost choked as he walk over to her shell,his body was shaking,his heart was on swell...then he heard a crack//
taking a step back he glanced down at her knee caps,then further were her panties were at,he turned back//
to see his farther walking out the kitchen,a broad smile on his face,"damn she was good son"picking up his oven mittens//
"i told her to be quiet,i swear,im sorry son but that knife was the only thing that would stop her kicking"//
looking down on the victim,he ran inside,dial for authorities,then he felt the burning pain,and into darkness he subside//
awoke the next day,to find himself awake in his bedroom,he stepped up,his mind swayed left,his body went right//
throwing pain in his good side from where the knife cut wide,he grabs his things,pakced quickly//
and walked down the stairs to the living room to see his family,seeimingly uncaring....

"im going"he whispered,
"to where?"the tension lingered,
"anywhere thats away from here",
"okay,but if you leave,your nolonger allowed to be part of what weve got here"

he turned out the door and never looked back,he searched for days,begging,looking for a place to stay//
he wondered to the shelter,but they were full,the seasons were gettign wetter,the nights were getting cool//
with nowhere else to go his accepted his new abode,the unused dumpster,in the worn down apartment block zone//
the stench of decay was pungent,the display was constant,the death,the screams,the life of the underworld//
that poverty brings,bigger things were expected of him,this is where his honour brought him,dying from within//
this is where hounor brought him,suffering for another mans sins,this is were honour brought him,rats start to cling//
this was his life now...his eyes wept and he huddled,looking longinly into the warm picutres of the puddle//
he assured himself that this was what was right,but the thought of warm food and family lingered in his mind//

the seed grew swiftly,since the past week,rotten meat was all he finds,he didnt cry,no he didnt,he got up smooth//
the sun parted the clouds and shone brightly over the lonely grey phone booth,using his last change,he dialed the numbers//
and waited while the phone tone rang,a voice he hadent heard in eternity was on the other end,his mother said//
she was frightened for him and no doubt woud take him in,regrettably he packed his things and walked to were the storm begins//
the scene picturesque,only tarnished by himself and his dress,he stepped through thte front door,threshold took away the stress//
like magic,everythign was better,till he saw his father in the kitchen,staring at the the knife that severed//
the boys heart from his soul,that changed his life,he was to weary to worry,hell deal with it soon,but not tonight//
tomorrow...yes...tomorrow...

he wandered down late afternoon to the living room,his family there smiling,his heart boomed to him there was no hiding//
his hatred for that man on the sofa,this feeling was more obvious the more he got closer,the devil said...

"well son your lucky weve all decided to give you a second chance",

the world turned into nothing but demons,he gasped,walked up stairs,packed his things,and headed back to the dumpster,without a backwards glance...

...now he hides from the rain...

erm is there a way to make my post width bigger maybe?i hate the way my bars come out in this format???....ah well

It's good the way it is, but if you don't like it, but spaces for a little while. Right now though, like that it makes them easier to read.

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Ahk. Sorry, I pushed myself to deadline.
It's 12:15 here. I'm posting now.
100. 100. 100. 100.............................

I'll never get a second chance to make a first, ninth and seventy-fourth impression/
Devestation of your fragile picture frame spawned this mutilation/
Levetation of temper is hampered when you make any attempt to dampen the firey situation/
Never had to worry of that, your game's the same as perfected perpetuation/
Fuck Meditation! It's a fad, which makes me wonder friend, if I can still call you that, have you tried it yet?/
How can a vengeful vegetarian play meek, when she's been responsible for so much beef???/
Cause I killed it... The frustrations? I ate 'em.
How can you and your family not speak?! I guess we're not considering to turn the other cheek.../
Christians decided not to miss you when the car got impounded for surrounding a pound/
Indeed, I'll never get another day to see them. Never to speak again? *sigh* So long Devil's Lake weekend!/
Never another week at the cabin on the lake/
Never could you brin the man they'll never see or speak, the one they deem a madman and whom they consider his history a fake/
What the hell. . . what was it that "forever" meant?/
I guess it's evident your promise on us was pure. . .
. . .purely irrelevent!/
Liars' replies are often hesitant, but what's resonant is the dreams to which they never aspire. Judas./
Forever I'm mired in our history—the mystery to others that was just us/
Dust, debris and turmois is all they see when you show 'em. . . through tinted glass/
Must your squirm to the soil? Well, when it rains it pours—so cast your lightning fast!/
This bastard is frightened! Then go ahead and kiss my ass/
Cause here comes the thunder: even impaired I'm prepared to publicly recap your coming blunders/
Gosh, I hope my cooking was acceptable when I prepared our 400th and Last Supper/
For like when Jesus returns to the skin, preaches to the people again, and is once more betrayed by modern man—I feel double crossed/
God, we've both lost!
Evaluate the rate at which each of us plummet, ain't that somethin'?/
Pause your masturbation, furious moments of self-adoration, and take notice of things that will cancel your evjaculation/
Kid, this was a dumb win, damnit. . . It'll keep hurting 'til I damage myself enough to have numb skin. I've planned it/
You're never again to see Pumpkin(cat)!
And I did some number crunching: with the day's suicide rate climbing in size. . ./
Man, there's a chance you won't see me again til under the steeple, me at the middle, surrounded by an ample. . . lack of people/
Speaking of funerals, if you reveal to me that your grandma's condition advanced and finally passed and my last chance eroded/
Pray that you're not there to be exposed to the explosion/
You laughed at my last bone-crushing loss and then copied the mechanics/
Then you brandished my balls and pitched the same mid-summer toss/
Baby, I ain't never scared to pick my brain with some minty cognitive floss/
So let me quoth a song of a singer you never gave a second chance, let it linger—Shanny/
"Nobody want another mirror on their fears, I guess that's all you are to me"/
This is not a jam to which I reccomend you dance/
I am giving you a second chance to view my middle finger! Digitally enhanced! Friggin 5.1 Dolby sound see/
Cause you didn't honor our promise, and ran right by me/

Fin.

break down:

volcab- atetrack
flow- laryan
creativity- laryan
story- laryan

overall my vote is for laryan shabaz

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^^^so insightful.......................

so sophisticated.......................

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