Frank vs Godcomplex - Godcomplex Wins - Frank DQ

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Devils Reject

"The next word that comes out of your mouth better be some brilliant Mark Twain shit. 'Cause it's definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone."

[UnbornBuddha]

I got you at gunpoint and all you say is stupidity;
Being near death doesn’t animate your lucidity
Plead for your life,
Don’t be afraid to forsake your humility!
I bet you’ve wondered if the heavenly plane has validity
But, it doesn’t, your grave will be the last adjacent facility.
Ever since I put my eye on you, I knew we had fated affinity
I watched you for months, pacing myself with complacent docility
Tactically calculating the exact moment to create this hostility.
When I finally struck, know that I was very patient, my pretty thing.
I knew you’ll be alone in that cold vacant basement you’re living in.

You’re a tough one… I have to say I praise your abilities
Here I thought you were made with fragility.
I crave your nobility, but I’m afraid I’m taint in toxicity.
Hush now, you stupid creature, I know you hate me abysmally!
Though I love you, I need to treat you like an animal in captivity;
Desirous poacher wishing to strip and skin the valuable for amenities.
Unconsciously via your expressions I see your animus speak soliloquy;
Homilies that speak on why humanity is insatiable for malignancy,
Poetry renders us metaphorically as diabolical cannibals since antiquity.
I know I need to dispose of you, but you smell so fragrant it’s sickening.
Don’t you hate it when what was supposed to be basic turns Interesting?
My little fledgling you’ll soon be another nascent form slithering
Back into nothingness; embrace the shapeless face that cripples men.
You will know a state that predated your nipple rings,
Desiccating the flesh around your breast, engraving your reckoning
Forsaking your trust in what’s not God is the ailment of simpletons;
The signature nature plaguing the symptomless
The same corporeal delusions driving the Corinthians
The beastly leviathan that lies inside their meridians.
I won’t harm you, my dear; until you can listen to oblivion.
Only then will I deliver you to the mineral dominion,
Ah! The twinkle in your eye proves you’re finally ready.
But, I’ve grown fond of you, you’ve ideally let me
Into your heart. So how about I make you into my living doll?
Mutilating any aspect that will keep you from being loved,
You’ve tasted, felt, heard, and seen enough.

[Frank]

Emily groaned, as her Mother shook the thermometer, the silver mercury, jellington froze
She inspects the cold thermometer with perplex, in woe - When it explodes, metallic splatter freckles her nose
The Upstairs Bedroom Flickers from the sidewalk looking up... light bulb embers aglow
Mother looks out the window distraught, in discrepancies shadows
As a Priest walks up behind her offering sentimental console,
Emily moaned, tied to the bed post - daintily, scarred wrists red in the rope.
Feminine mope that fluctuates between whimpering and viciously screaming from the deepest depths of her throat
Shrieking in a octave, swelling the node. Its voice isn't human - Demented in tone, the sound registers unknown in my temples lobe
Bassy without treble: It spoke in espanol, ancient: ancestral menacing, troll-like tremblingly low.
Demonic. The mother vomited on the Priests Shoes - Putridly, she bellowed on his soles.
Decrepitly gross. All the while, Emily still is in the fight of her life for the possession of her soul.
The Priest had seen enough, He cleaned off his heavenly robe as Emily rose from the bed with suspense in her toes.
She dropped back to the bed and contorted her anorexic figure into a pretzeling pose.
Her Mother, A devoted Catholic woman slapped Emily ferociously in attempt for her to get a hold
Of herself. But she was back handed back with a supreme power that sent her reeling backwards, almost out of the window that never was closed
Emily’s eyes are Blacker than the Cat that steps on the coal, in the living room by the fireplace: its eyes orientally doe.
The Cat Jumps up on the bed purring, & Emily begins petting it slow
The Priest considers unlocking the metal bolts, but he's hesitant though, understandably so: she isn't Well
"Emily'' Mother says with a wretched tone: "Let it go!" - Emily is simply petting the cat without any bad intentions
"Let it go!" The Priest looks at the mother absurdly - As if she is the one who needs an Exorcism
Emily Jokes "Uno es demasiado duro en Emily" twisting its neck around - her eyes rebelliously roll
The Lights Flicker On The Top Floor Window, The neighbors begin to exit their homes
Emily groans, wrestling her own demons in the depth of her bones,
she ferally foams at the mouth yellowish throw-
up - like basement mold residue, it simmers like boiling hot water when the kettle gets froze.
"Never fret" The Priest gets on the phone - A maniac in shackles in the background: Emily Rose
The phone rings in his ear consecutively...
"Hello"
It is Saint Francis, The priest had to call his good friend, Especial - The Pope
Emily Rose speaks disrespectfully: urinating, excrementing her clothes
Emily Rose heckles the Pope - sticking her tongue out violently venomously so
Green skin speckled like a leper, it spoke
"Mother, Who Are All These people?" She says in English no longer in Espanol.
Mother runs over as Emily begins talking pig Latin in a deadly medley provoked
The Pope throws Holy Water at It, splashing the blessing
Emily’s soaked, Its mannerisms become gentle, her shoulders no longer depressing and sloped
Emily drones out looking around for her sanity, as a satanic force re-enters its host
Tearing out her hair, dreadfully, Emily Yells wilder than A kennel that’s closed
The Prayer group opens the bible - to quote chapter 7, verse 11: it goes
'So if you who are evil know how to...' Emily rose off the bed again,
then fell like a stone
mother looked on neglectfully - without a shred of hope.
Emily Rose had been diagnosed with Schizophrenia, they were told she was mentally slow:
Her temper would grow until she became torrentially uncontrollable and detrimental to folks
But Mother was a monster; she resented Emily for reasons consequentially unknown
- Stirring Cyanide into her Alphabet soup.. settling to the bottom of the end of the bowl
The Pope notices the mother looking Rejected; Instrumental to the whole thing - it hides the medicine in its coat.
Revenge in its motives, it revels in Emily’s groans - it endlessly loathes

Parental control
The power of Christ compels you: Emily’s Atoned
Better the devil you know, than the devil you don't

[UnbornBuddha]

Frank, your verse seems to over the line and word limit.

[2tripple0]

okay whoa good battle here I liked both of these verses...initially when I first read both of them I thought godcomplex was going to take it....because I thought frank had stretched his lines too long and some of the concepts flew right over my head.......however in the spirit of Halloween I felt like frank portrayed his wording well and did a good job of dropping rhymes throughout his piece.......whereas when I read godcomplex it was the same rhyme scheme for about half of his piece and some of the shit just didn't connect as well to the topic as his opponent frank.......so yeah im going to give my vote to frank....for wrapping shit up better in the end and staying closer to the topic/style of Halloween er wateva........lol which is funny cause I totally don't like horrorcore but the way frank conveyed his wording it really actually made me enjoy the style.....when most of the time I don't like shit like that but its okay.......


vote: frank............

[Adonis]

Frank, your verse seems to over the line and word limit.

Did you count? Give me a number. 650 is the limit I think

[Adonis]

Godcomplex enforces line limit infraction per rules clearly listed in AOWL home page

Frank DQ'd @710 lines by my count.

sorry frankie

God wins