~Rules~

Topic: "The mourning after"

Line limit: 20-50(negotiate in checkin)

Check in by: Monday 11:59pm

Drop by: Wednesday 11:59pm

Votes due by: Friday 11:59pm

Werd!

~Topical Battles~
~ME~ Vs. Shh!writer
~ME~ Vs. Poetic Artist

Vividly, Picture me, spittin these lyrical gulliotines
Experiencing things that god wouldnt want his creations to go through
But im still here standing, this lone soldiers demanding
For help in rebuilding what was once a paradise in living
The mourining after armageddon, using my bars as a weapon
Preparing for the worst, before i was predestined for this check-in
The hand of death chose Proof to take a walk amongst the gods
The stars that made it to the round table of Christ's disciples
In turn, hell hasn't frozen over, but grown more fire
And for this fire, death is the fuel
Meteors rain upon the heavens pouring down to mankind
The saying "kill or be killed" doesn't apply
Because the moment that you reach far into the heavens to touch the sky
Another body drops, another soul released from its haven
Allow me to further explain, because when your family dies, you cry
If you die, they cry and arrange funeral services
But riddle me this, if your family is exterminated; whose gonna make it to your funeral?
Trust me, im the last man standing, yet once again demanding for someone to give me a sign
Because when it comes down to it, i'll still be here, mourning for you foo's
But its not the same, because victory is so close, i can already grasp it.

Seangunner@gmail.com
For Anyone Who Wants to Talk to Me

^^I think this explains my view on gangster rap perfectly.