Originally Posted by unclephil (Post 774877)

but to compare the text here from what people like me are used to his hard 2 do

Originally Posted by Just C (Post 774878)

What are you a short bar head? cuz I know Hush is.

Originally Posted by Jason (Post 774887)

haha yea i remember that site battle, dude i battled was pretty nice from what i can remember. not sure if i should've won it, id have to read again.
not even sure if the link to it is around anymore.

Nahlidge

Questioned By Christ

I was born belittled
Damned to play straight cards with a riddled hand
My civil plan, was makin` ends meet with no middle man
My whittled span would often wing success where I didn`t land
Wantin` some new shoes, but too broke for a different brand
Missin` strands, my hairs gone grey as the stress builds
And fears become road blocks, yearnin` to test wills
Of weak hearted passer by`s, hopin` their checks will
Carry over from depression and digress from the next bill
With necks still, on the front line of the well wishers
In unison, clueless when the pulpit sells scriptures
Of faith to self esteem lackin` should`ves and has beens
While others look away and say "it couldn`t have happened"
Lookin` for trash bins to dump the bullshit they fed to us
Abandoned nation racin`, tryin` to out run Oedipus
Not willin` to blend in, resultin` in mixed messages
That are exposin` omens, while regrettin` the presages
A million man march, headin` toward the steps of blind faith
Since Da Vinci code, they suffered losses, the decline rate
Growin` every year, but the loyal still follow their martyr
Spreading teachings of a man seen walkin` on water
Turnin` water to wine, challengin` the stones of accusers
Leadin` his followers, sufferin` the morals of Judas
Dyin` on the cross, then ressurectin` on the 3rd
Stories are taught every Sunday, the lessons are burned
Into memory, physically, mentally, spritual growth
Crowds rush the four Gospels, to hear what they wrote
Acceptin` Christ, baptisms, confessions lead their life
The hook and bait is out there, you only need to bite
Or so it`s told, the path to Heaven, Revelations ensures
That if you live the good book, after death there`s more
But I guarantee when Christ questions, me or him?, a few
Will answer, him cause I`m curious, I already know all about you




Jason

Questioned By Christ

Let me take you all the way back to the start
It was an average night, I sat in the park
Staring through the cracks in the dark
I was trapped in a marsh, amongst prickly plants came the rashes and marks
Suddenly a *bang*, then a crash with a spark!
I saw St. Mark, St. Peter, St. John, Noah, even a flash of the arc!
Suddenly a hand grasped my wrist
my body did a massive lift, time lapsed n’ split
eyes closed, moving so fast, my lips chapped n’ ripped
my very soul was captured with the simple action of my masters grip
I opened my eyes, and witnessed the ultimate contradiction
Einstein by a chalkboard, struggling with long division
a beautiful meadow filled with haunting visions
Angels with lingerie, flaunting in em’
A kindly looking nun, taunting children
I peered up at God, pondering if he made a wrong decision
I wondered, where we was? a mist hung in the air like fairy dust
I stood in place and scanned the area
we were thousands of feet in the air suspended on scary bluffs
the whole place moved, but the wind? Barely gust’
I assumed God brought me here to show this, obscure
remote, insecure place that was floatin’, dispersed from anything known from the earth
on top of ocean’s mature, potion of curse
I say that because this beautiful land, was a hoax, it’s a hearse
because it was true beauty which held no life, I almost choked on its worth
I hoped it’d reverse
then I saw it, it was massive, I can’t believe I didn’t notice it first
The Church was miles high, I don’t even want to mention steeples
there was another *bang*, into sight came the man who tempted people
I despised the Devil, I hoped God brought me here to witness him endin’ evil
God said why Jason? What will be our pendin’ sequel?
I realized he had just read my mind
But couldn’t hide the feeling that I hoped the Devil was dead in time
I asked him, God? Our pending sequel? What do you mean? say it, without knowledge, then I’m blind
a gun appeared in my hand as I asked him this
instinctively I looked up at the Devil to blast at him
But God put a hand on my shoulder and said: alas, exist
I was getting more and more puzzled, my arm slacked a bit
So God, what your saying is if this guns cracks and hits
this man who has ruined so many laughs of kids, turned so many lives to scraps and bits
IM the one who will burn in the massive pit?
And while asking, I noticed he just looked down and smiled at me
It was then realized, If we can never look at something so wild, nasty
And “turn it down” like a vile cap, we will never be fin’lly happy

I had realized what our “pending sequel” was..

Without heaven or hell, theres no life or death
We needed evil so we could fight it then..
I put the glock down, then came the sight of breath
It was getting colder, I tried to fight it then..
It warmed up, till’ I was sweating, enough to fill the well of the height of ten, vikin’ men
everything stopped and it was just me, the devil, the gun propped in place
In all of the Devil’s facial muscles, shock displaced
It all seemed to awesome, great
For me, a mere mortal to talk this way
I said to him, I could have lost today, if I let shots invade your awful face
But I wont die, not this way..
I gave him one last glance, he didn’t say a word, he didn’t talk or chase
As I put the glock down.. and walked away..