TOPICAL TOURNAMENT RD 2: Deep|Prose(Loser) vs Intricate skillz (Winner) 4-1TKO

[ozark]

"BURNING STONE THOUGHTS"


In a somber mind, monumental thoughts dwell,
Burning, inferno'd by plagues of unconventional nights hell,
spells captured, in minds image, flames engulfed,
Surround my brains layer, like a table an cloth,
My lifes memory, is that of stone templates,*
Statuesque figures, to that of a struggles remembrance,
Its a dreams escape, caped with fear of not knowing,
As u can see clear, these demons fight with might glowin,
As one is cloaked with a robe, to signify priority,
One is de robed, to persway my thoughts of not informing me,
Yet my mind stands firm, as this statue alone, symbolizes minority?
The devils own, tries to mold contortions amongst flesh,
But the meditation of mind, body and soul, words kept silent, a monks breath,
Its a solid core, explored by outter anguish,
These flames roll rampant,the agony endured is painless,
Yet it burns, vaguely through raven black visions,
Like ghost in hollowed walls, these thoughts remain stone apparitions,
Incisions start to creep, along the creases like ancient scrolls,*
They Comtinue till i release these demons from acheing souls,
these ghouls that spew fuel are merely lost,
only divine beings, who are trapped, BURNING STONE THOUGHTS.

[ozark]

"BURNING STONE THOUGHTS"


In a somber mind, monumental thoughts dwell,
Burning, inferno'd by plagues of unconventional nights hell,
spells captured, in minds image, flames engulfed,
Surround my brains layer, like a table an cloth,
My lifes memory, is that of stone templates,*
Statuesque figures, to that of a struggles remembrance,
Its a dreams escape, caped with fear of not knowing,
As u can see clear, these demons fight with might glowin,
As one is cloaked with a robe, to signify priority,
One is de robed, to persway my thoughts of not informing me,
Yet my mind stands firm, as this statue alone, symbolizes minority?
The devils own, tries to mold contortions amongst flesh,
But the meditation of mind, body and soul, words kept silent, a monks breath,
Its a solid core, explored by outter anguish,
These flames roll rampant,the agony endured is painless,
Yet it burns, vaguely through raven black visions,
Like ghost in hollowed walls, these thoughts remain stone apparitions,
Incisions start to creep, along the creases like ancient scrolls,*
They Comtinue till i release these demons from acheing souls,
these ghouls that spew fuel are merely lost,
only divine beings, who are trapped, BURNING STONE THOUGHTS.