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Spawn as me,all will meet understand fear

Play this song just for mood: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Y-xkkiHuOU

Quote from: Nosaneinme on March 14, 2013, 05:46:22 pm

Man who need Break

because Poems are Shear

Work of need

and Failures

There's a lesson to be learned
From tryin' rhymin' on a dime
You're gettin' us concerned
By writin' rhymes that don't chime

Yo boy, hey, ya say there ain't no sane in you?
You rap like your mother, no wonder you went under!
You say you're off the deep end, I bet that's true
Your English blunder - loud like thunder - rips your rhymes in two!

THIS IS NOW THE POEM BATTLE THREAD

What is Knock on My Chamber door

Raven Who Spat Nevermore

And Free Form Schooler who never to shut up

Raping like Black while doing some shakes

Dakes I make when Time in bloom

Blooming Cherry Tree that your not

Make me,Thine me;An crown

So leave my place and My Realms

or Scythe is Dice that your last see slice of

((Why are you never on steam when I want to make a funny personal reply to your posts?

Also because YOU ARE A FOOLISH FOOL WHO IS ALSO FOOLISH. SO FOOLISH ARE YOU THAT YOU HAVE FOOLED US INTO THINKING YOU ARE A FOOL BUT IN REALITY, YOU ARE BUT A FOOLISH FOOL WHO FOOLED HIMSELF INTO FOOLISHNESS.))

Who made you Into Von Karma

Good,bamboo for Leaves top and Around Wall for More support.Now This Rain Worthy Shelter at Best

Done with that,Also Talk to My Follower about house and look water well or build one

He who thinks,
improperly,
that all poems needs to rhyme.

With little skill,
assembly
of a lesser poem comes in time.

Those who can't
easily
craft and work should die.

It seems cruel,
but now really,
you're wasting everyone's time.

Time are Clocks

Twilight say"Ticking"

I say"Love Ticking"

But We all say"time is a cruel master,For it Twisted from Very being were once were in time"

Colour of White and black on one being

But Which side is he on

And His Two Suns show him the right way

A Drawn out Poem
An amount I couldn't read
Why so verbose hmm?

Dog eats dog

Poet Must know these

For he is one use Phrase of new and old

Intrigued, amused by this piece of text
I reply with the flair of Maximilian Zext
Who always said,
"Whenever I'm dead, mail me to Partourkitan, Texas."

...
What the hell did I just write.

Black is Colour of my light

But your world it's colour of Darkness

Our World are Different

Yet so the Same