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asylum
03-31-2016, 03:56 AM
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Season 6

Verses are due SUNDAY 4/3 11:59 PST

Voting ends TUESDAY 4/5 11:59 PST

Verses May Not Exceed 48 Lines

Voting on four battles is required. If you win and don't vote the requirement you will receive a loss instead. If you lose and don't vote the requirement, you will receive a one-week suspension. Please post links to your four votes in the voting thread.

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Good luck to both participants. Artifice (1-1) breathless (1-1)

Artifice
04-04-2016, 07:05 AM
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in the distance i scour my past as shadows shower its path
slowly comin' to grips with sins committed in my hour of wrath
& as i head home, a little more empty each day gets
when u walk the exact same tracks trying not to retrace steps

starts with the murder of a woman so precious
perpetrated by a perverted saloon proprietor high on opium & reckless
a gentle temptress, how sad I am that she's vanished now
& how mad that he got off scott free n' promptly abandoned town
decided there & then i'll hunt him to the ends of the earth
tracked him to the train station, he's makin' his way westward for sure
but i can't afford to board the train, as he goes inside it
so i got on my horse, plotted a course and rode along beside it

atop mountainous regions my feet are calloused & bleedin'
had to abandon my steed... too much of a challenge to feed him
failed to remain on track, walkin' on rubble & rock
tracks attract train robbers, too many problems, troublesome spots
so i reconnect with the rails just outside the next town
it's time to find this rotten scoundrel & get my revenge now
checking the streets in the blistering heat at high noon
immediately find the guy i'm tryin' to steppin' outside a saloon

what happened next is a fog, odd that it burns one's throat
as soon as somebody yelled draw, it all turned to gunsmoke
saw the face i'm chasin' blown to bits, thru & thru, deceased
by at least six shooters... with each of them holdin' two apiece
unholster my rage, lead to the grave as the chamber revolves
stayin' alive's a problem my enemy's enemies ain't able to solve
killin' 'em all, bloodlust boiled from denyin' my vengeance
after that, it's right back to the straight and narrow i'm headed

in the distance i scour my past as shadows shower its path
slowly comin' to grips with sins committed in my hour of wrath
& as i head home, a little more empty each day gets
when u walk the exact same tracks trying not to retrace steps