Writer 2
All officers weapons free - That's what he said to me
Trained, though nothing could have prepared me mentally
An ecstasy of energy running through me
Future opponents, in this moment I'm loving duty
Chaos all around, tons of heat, rioters run the streets
Facing their armaments and some carry guns at least
I can finally shun my leash and find some release
Cause I'm guessing that life lessons are fun to teach
So loud, the adrenaline has heightened my senses
Frightened, defenceless, some try to hide from the menace
Others scream, wildly thrashing, incomprehensible babble
Words I can't piece together cause I've never played scrabble
My vision is clear too, despite rolling black smoke
The ashes of a destroyed neighbourhood that only had hope.
Two targets approach, mounting a car, shouting from far
Clearly with violent intent, no doubting a spar
One holds a bottle in hand, aflame, soaked in gasoline
I smell it, one of many items used to trash the scene
We approach slowly, as a unit, staying steady
As those men motion maliciously, each step weighing heavy
The one in red acts first, lobbing his Molotov cocktail
We're too slow and it drops well, flaming up a hot spell
Hit an officer, I watch as he's engulfed in flame
I know his name and am impacted with tenfold the pain
It's my partner, I've met his daughter, his father
Hoped our training together would have gotten us farther
He let out a sound, an awkward awful yelp from hell
As protective gear fails oozing into a melted shell
Knew him since I was barely born, watching flesh boil
Death oil, smokeless in the air as the stench coils
My brain shuts down, drills deleted, pure animal thoughts
Engage target, kill, find weakness in any tangible spots
I lunge through the air, knocking the assailant over
Car to ground, hard impact, could easily break his shoulder
But that doesn't matter, he shoulda tried running faster
Dumb ass bastard, they never showed me the blood would splatter
I hear officers yell "back!" But those notes are void
As I clamp jaw to jugular, instantly his throat destroyed
Our eyes meet, for me, it's a nice treat to watch his death
Knowing revenge is mine alone, I stopped his breath
Police speak "Oh god, what's with the dog acting all mental
Two killed already and he won't come back to the kennel
The scenario worsens, getting harder to fight it
And now one of our own officers is part of the riot"
Unfortunately, this week I was forced to no show an audio topical with Moses. Even though he didn't get to solidify his legacy over someone as epic as me, Moses has still done a lot in topicals in his short time involved with them.
Originally a native of Sixshot, Moses joined LB in 2009. He quickly adapted to the LB style of battling, asserting his dominance around the site. It wasn't until 2012 that he stepped into topicals however. He entered the tournament with the usual "He knows how to write a punchline, he HAS to be dope at topicals" attitude that surrounded a lot of previous tournaments. In most cases, a lot of these dope text battlers failed. In Moses' case, it couldn't have been further from the truth. Moses managed to use his talents to make his way to the final, where unfortunately he defeated Verity/IV by no show.
The lacklustre finish might not be the greatest way to win a title, but the controversy didn't damper Moses' skills. As of late, he has began adopting the skills he gained throughout the topical tournament and has began transferring them to the audio game, where he looks to mirror his dominant reign.
Achievements
2012 Topical Champion
Notable Works
In A Flash
Jim's Crow
My Dad was Killed