Topic: Your choice. I will let writer have freedom of creativity in this round. You can both write to a topic of your choice, meaning you will be writing to a seperate topic.

Lines: Open
Check in due 5th
Verse due 7th

wtf at open topic.

atticus. im going to ask someone in poethics to choose a topic to write to, if ou agree to that. just so our creativity can be judged as well.

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word. Im busy as fuck with mixtape and shows. So yeh, My bad for having a career

ya soul, do that cuz i'm not feeling the open topic thing

yo... we both probobly need an extension, due to fag topics.. so yeah, as soonn as we get a hot one we can write to it, k?

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lol the 'tulip' one sucks ... but we'll use that. give us another two days.

Tulip Lmao!!!!!!! Cant Wait To See One Of You In The Finals!

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tulips in the wind whisper with full lips
on sillohettes of broken record players
in the fog of due's kiss.

lol i have no time.

lol soul, come on ... did you really just let me with with that?

Dude write your verse. I'm keying something now. ill edit the rest in here.

A tree, a tall one, a forest that has never fallen
Thunder and lighting striking down in electric columns
as creatures rest in hollows, owls peer with midnights oculus
Observers creeping
creatures fearing, thinking that this guys ominous
Getting inside Nature's conscienceness. inside a beret of roses

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[QUOTE=Soulstice]Dude write your verse. I'm keying something now. ill edit the rest in here.

A tree, a tall one, a forest that has never fallen
Thunder and lighting striking down in electric columns
as creatures rest in hollows, owls peer with midnights oculus
Observers creeping
creatures fearing, thinking that this guys ominous
Getting inside Nature's conscienceness. Trying to destroy it
Searching for the hurting, vying to distort it.
Abortion. This man. attempting to kill his habitat, insane right?
He burned trees, and soon after that was made right
He slayed his prey, ripped through shattered rabbit clavicles
Guns popped like rapid magic and things were smacked at will
A catastrophic kill. Deranged madmen tearing down greenlands
I swear it, they're the forces making our trees bend
For absolutely no reason. A small pond of crystal clear water
Will turn to a landfill for our sons and our daughters
And bogs will, burn - factories will rise in their petite places
Animals flee the scene like its make-believe - dreading changes
Red persuasion, bloody requests to leave these concrete jungles
Usher in a new era, and rid us of this obsolete fungus
The system commandeers all us. A brainwashing device
Called advancement, an enchantment thats calling it nice
This dying echosystem, the corporate ladder trying to rid them
When the only rainbow left will continually come from a prism
A prison. An open one, with bars of steel towers, will begin
While the last of the tulips sway and whisper in the wind




PS - Me and Atticus wrote to a topic Tim gave us
"Tulis whisper in the wind"

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wait what the hell ... this is all past date soul, we only had until 12 last night to put something up cuz it was a two day extension. that's why i didn't bother writing anythign up.

Oh. I lose then. You win ccuz you like dropped something. Pz'z out.

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