Week 1: Cereal_Killa vs. Black Glacier \\ Cereal_Killa wins via no-show

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Season 3


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Topic


"As I Lay Dying"


Good luck, Cereal_Killa and Black Glacier.

[Black Glacier]

"You are now rocking with the best" -K.L

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[Cereal_Killa]

Topic: As I Lay Here Dying




Eclipsing the Dust

..


Black mist keeps flickering off the dead wood’s, dying breath
Reflecting a sound of lies tied to love, now in neglect
My life
Etched through churchyard’s of soot, costumes and true discontent
My name
Embers Rabbit, and my tale is of secret’s with more than just depth
From one Pigeon Hawk’s daughter to another
Let me infest

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Up on a hill, in a homestead of bone is my Pa Pa’s nest
I birth each morn fresh for the next harvest
With arsenic compressed; like a pendant of perfume bursting in full effect
Selecting my sheers n a curtain with the same threshold as pre-pubescent-sex
None, ‘til I beat it and stretch it with a cult weapon in belief concepts
Toxicity

RIPPPpppppp

Success, I wrench the tarp out to search and seize
Our Golden Calf’s respected flesh ‘n it’s interior of mirth and peace
I merge with ease; edging between the crops of headstones bled
Past the unknown murders perched before the corpses, on lead pipes/red
Rain, rust and a burning furnace immersing this sea of dirt
White meat now surges, coursing around my spade to feed their thirst
..
Maggots, flies, aphids n twine
I wipe it down whilst I decline
..
No zombie, vampress or empress in an emerald field of glass
I clasp n wield, detached from their world still in their shield of masks
Filled with scars, pealed past real disregard
Dark, dark as the starch charcoal scent from an
Avant-garde market cast as merchants of Marxism art
I charter back in motion to knock the bullet off a cherubs wings as I swing

RIPPPpppppp

My arm’s yanked up as my cartilage n arteries glisten
With pure Purgatory purging, I spin and thrust
STOP!
My Pa Pa’s snow flaked smile pulls me close with trust; I laugh
As euphoria crashes in waves of certainty, to outcast the caskets grasp
Each splinter frays like fabric, choking through gasps of dust
Like a basket weaving webs of dreams that broke when it flood
This is dead end street; circled by endless fields of bigotry
Picks, chains and a grave diggers centipede of cemeteries
Degraded as the nurses of fortune dance before poorpers
Around our sheltered home
The barbed fences and our freedom so lawless
in their whirlwind ring of thorns throwing broken tokens floating like mortars

Cannibals need to eat, old bodies need new parts
In fact, I feel like a penetrated child in a jack in the box with no heart
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Yet I still slit, slice and rip this Veraguas vein from my mark
I stops," "Vermin spits," "I spits," "Pa rubs," "We all gaze at the stars,"

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