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Topic: Mistaken Identity ( i didn't pick it )

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Mistaken Identity

If A Identity Is Mistaken..
A Wrong Path Has Been Taken..
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Lying In A Hospital..
No One Loved Or Noticed Me..
Lying All Alone..
Nothing In This World Is Free..
If I Gave A Penny..
For All Of The Worlds Thoughts..
Get A Million Back..
For All Its People Are Distraught..
As I Lie Here Still..
The World Around Me Spins..
As I Try To Heal..
My Life Finally Begins..
Everyone I Love..
Seems To Have Forgotten Me..
Everything I Do..
Respect Was Never Brought to Me..
Waiting For Death..
I Try To Speak To The Lord..
I Sit Quietly..
But All of My Plees Go Ignored..
I Want One Answer..
What Is The Purpose of Life..
I Finally Hear it..
I Escape From My Human Strife..
His Presence Within..
Begins To Make Me Weary..
Next, I Awake..
In A World Made of Theory..
God Is Talking..
I Just Sit Quiet And Listen..
I Can't See Him..
But His Presence Makes Me Glisten..
I Can Ask One Thing..
I Ask 'Whats My Purpose On Earth'..
A Short Pause..
Replies 'To Make My Dreams Worth'..
He Continues..
Love is All You Need To Live..
Its Treasured..
Care Is What You Need To Give..
One Final Fact..
But You Are All Mistaken..
Identity is Virtue..
Its What You Give, Not Whats Taken..

-Thank You ...

-Sureal

I'm an evil spirit

standing in this storm, raindrops splash against my head
cloudy days are special, like closing your eyes before bed
as special as death, me i'm dead, but i inhabit this earth
and roam invisible to everyone so terribly bad that it hurts

i ask for my worth, but i don't get an answer. . .just tracks
up into my empty heart where the padded walls are black
emotions bounce back and forth, i continue down this road
where the multitudes show smiles brighter than love poems
i loath the cries and laughs that they can so easily express
while i envy those green blades on the other side of this fence
with my thoughts we commence. . .i'm lonely as a fallen star
lost in the emptiness. . .every sign of affection has gone far
away from me i pray to see the heavens so gay with glee
since when i was alive i was only subject to rage and screams
they paved the dreams that would provide a moments escape
now seconds are short. . .but still. . .those moments were great
if i hold them i taste. . .heaven held within my keen senses
it lasts not long enough. . .but my god. . .the taste is so precious
i want to bottle it inside eternity and keep it upon my dresser
asked more or lesser?. .i keep walking and get out of my thought
legs first i crawl out of it. . .new visions erupt my high hopes a lot
but gravity has a law. . .so obviously they drop. .i trail an old hag
who has a fresh soul with a little body parched upon her back
he glances fast. . .with guilt. . .in a way it was almost secretly
could it be?. . .surely there is no possible way he can see me
. . .he showed attention. . .but? . . .how come? what and why
the woman held him up . . .of course. . i mean surely he's alive
he gave me his eyes. . .and in an instant i could sense his fear
rolled back in his mind. . .i sensed his tears. . .it's been years
decades, centuries, or milleniums since anything has happened
so i followed with that initial glance. . .and a stroke of passion
i followed them up a eeiry road. . .the boy began to pout
so when they got to the door of the gothic style house
she slapped him in his mouth. . .he screamed "but why?!"
he cried. . ."where's mommy and daddy?! where is my life!"
i sprinted and made it in before the door closed. . .i saw
events that would make a tetanus victim. . .drop his own jaw
she began to claw. . .she touched him and even rubbed him
he was 3 years old. . .this lady got naked and fucked him
the blood ran. . .she sang pleas of worship. . .to make it official
satanistical . . . she brought him to the fire . . . like a ritual
she screamed the odd tones like lost moans he screamed
and the flames charred his liquid life. . .as he continued to bleed
i was awe struck. dumbfounded. immobilized. . .all in my mind
so i sacrificed my life. . .became one with the fire and died. . .

standing in this storm, raindrops splash against my head
cloudy days are special, like closing your eyes before bed
as special as death, me i'm dead, but i carry a soft light
and i still roam invisible to everyone. . .but i make this life. life


I'm a guardian angel.

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i ask for my worth, but i don't get an answer. . .just tracks
up into my empty heart where the padded walls are black
emotions bounce back and forth, i continue down this road
where the multitudes show smiles brighter than love poems
i loath the cries and laughs that they can so easily express
while i envy those green blades on the other side of this fence
with my thoughts we commence. . .i'm lonely as a fallen star
lost in the emptiness. . .every sign of affection has gone far

absolutley loved this especially the bit about the grass on the other side and the stars...

sureals wasnt that eye catching if you kno what i mean.sand played about with it more

:SAND

Dope Battle.....Both Came Nice.....Good WOrdplay.....Nice COncept.
Sand U Came Decent In This....I Felt Ur Story And Where U Was
Going WIt It.......But Sureal....Damn Yo.....U Seriously Came A
Long Way.......Ur SHit Was On Point....Nice SetUp.....Great Word
Play......All In All.....I Enjoyed Reading It...But My Vote Goes To
Sureal

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Championship material for sure. Sureal, you took a different path then what you usually do. But if you made it this far with what you were doing, why did you change it? Great verse, you are no doubtedly one of the most creative writers on this site.

However, you were paired up against THE most creative writer on this site. Sand, you came with great content, imagery, and a great concept. And I feel that you are the champion. Congratulations to both, but only one can win.

Vote=SAND

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sureal, sorry but i dont think you took this.
you put up a good fight, but you showed me
why the style isnt the strongest for flow.
i read your piece 4 times just then, and i know you
had words that rhyme but i never picked up on your
flow. it was missing rhytm. and even tho you had a good
piece well written with a nice concept, i dont think you
pulled it off. Sand came with fire, his verse was deep, well
expressed, flow came out very appearant and on point.
his vocab was good, and maybe it was just his set up that made
it easier to find the rhythm.
v: sand.

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Well Well Well///
Both of you came nice, Ironic that tha mods of this bitch have tha championshit,
But Sureal great Idea, but didnt like the rhyme scheme or setup to be honist,
it went well together but I felt you coulda came better///
SAND/
Well I gotta be honist, at least I went out in tha first round to the Topical champ,
your shit was dope as fuck, I saw very few flaws, an congrats///
Vote SAND

(Now lets start that leauge back up and give my ass a rematch with a different topic))

yeah a want a rematch too lol......on lsd...nah man you guyswere hvin a laugh

sorry to freepost. . . but POP Madman
Tore That Topic Apart. . . life support device.
open your mind. . .any topic is killable
camarac picked this one. . .i was lost at first
then i thought. . . keep elevating. . 3-1 my way

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hmm thoughts on this is sureal you came to
original sand opened and showed what you can
do with a topic....both did a wonderful job i enjoyed reading
them...but sands made me sit back a literally say "WOW"
so my vote goes to Sand

since when i was alive i was only subject to rage and screams
they paved the dreams that would provide a moments escape
now seconds are short. . .but still. . .those moments were great

^^^^^^^ My favorite part...

Vote= Sand