08-27-2021, 03:08 AM
The Battle of Rhymes, These are the Times
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Word spread to the Shadowmire of one trying to be dire and light the fire. If only they were a pyre because they tread the wire against those higher than a spire. It took a while to force a smile from the vile, perhaps he would walk the mile as they were trying to rile. It was his style.
Word spread to the Shadowmire of one trying to be dire and light the fire. If only they were a pyre because they tread the wire against those higher than a spire. It took a while to force a smile from the vile, perhaps he would walk the mile as they were trying to rile. It was his style.
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Words would make their way, there wasn't much of a delay.
"I am the beast that will feast until deceased. You say it's how I speak, but I am the freak. King of Rhymes committer of Crimes rolling through the times, you think you got the power? Best not be a delicate flower in the hour otherwise things might get sour. Give me a place and I'll see your face, better brace as I give chase. Don't even need a mace."