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Topic: You are a preacher....and the devil himself comes to you and tells you that he will condemn you and the rest of your generation unless you murder an innocent child.....he tells you that you have ten minutes to make a decision...what do you do....why do you do it....what happens after.....


Deadline: Check in by Tuesday May 17th by 11:59 pm EST
Verses due Thursday May 19th by 11:59 pm EST
Only have 12 hours leway time (docked 1 vote) Anything over you lose a vote. (This only applies for when verses are due not check in.)

In to win...

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Check one, Check two

wtf?..how come its 3 way final?..ehhh



**b.c i said..any further questions or concerns goes in the thread titled...questions or concerns...funn how that works out :rolleyes: **

Brought Exclusively to the Topical Tournament III


" After what happened to me in the office years ago, i found myself to be speaking about god.I had
become a preacher, to exercise my beliefs in evil and it's fight against good. Maybe now i was living in a fantasy,
maybe even back then i was, but i know one thing. If you fuck with evil in your dreams or something in
real life, your going to end up scarred, so you won't forget your tormentor. I guess the second time around
was a lesson in reality that Death had forgot to teach. I was now playing with the devil himself. In fact
i took his toys away from him, and he was only gonna come and take them back away from me, with harsh consequences.
His footsteps ringed my heart as he walked closer to me, it was now round 2 and i had to make the first punch, but as always,
the devil always gets the upper hand. "


Blinded with questions, torment wreaking throughout my thoughts
Winded with intentions, twisting around my beliefs, squeezing the onslaughts
He came with the questions, turning his eyes gold i looked, but not for them to be bought
'Ten minutes to save your world of torture' now torturing my thoughts until becoming short
A child placed inside of me, my decisions were to save or destroy our world, the lesson was taught
I had to take away this child, why!, or destroy the way we live and end our existance
There he stood, in my minds eye, closing in and invading the distance
I reached onto my stomach, his words were forced onto me the second time around
Faintly grasped the child's hands, but pulled away by his chains of life and held down
I had knelt down, the devil brought me to the Antarctic and forced to watch it melt down
He told me to choose myself, and this world shall end, the existance will end right now
And if i kill the child i kill myself anyway but i shall be reborn in the underground
But i stood upon my feet, i stared to the devil's eyes, so black i saw a reflection
Of Death, maybe he came into me as disguise, the first death is like taking the first breath
Maybe the child was the last part of me left, no answers to my actions, for i shall kill myself

" I felt invisible, my body was my armour but now that was gone. I stood on the melting ice
watching myself on the ground, with a slice in my neck and a puncture in my stomach. The child's
tiny hand was pierced with a dagger,as if trying to protect itself, but had indeed failed. Now
that i had died,the world was saved. But i still saw the devil stood laughing at me. Seemed he got his
toys back after all, and now i was the child left with nothing but a lesson of reality. Don't
fuck with a man who can fuck the whole world over, otherwise you are gonna get burned. But seems
he didn't teach the lesson so well, i was now going to fight the devil. "


His hands held my soul, warm to see but within his grasp it turned cold
His eyes had again turned into gold, i had felt mine changing,he wasn't alone
Now the child was killed, its own soul taken from out of its hand
I too had the wound upon my hand, i couldn't even seem to understand
But all was late, now i was left to wander the rest of my eternal existance
The mortal books fell through my hands, and i was left unable to enforce my resistance
Now death and life had an infinite distance, i pressed my thoughts to his on instincts
But he had now decided to pull apart this world, to leave me in this immortal curl
The force against evil i had, had suddenly turned, water to lava and the black sky burned
Families distantly apart, breakdown of civilization was beginning
His words cursed to the way of life and the world had broken and ceased spinning
But there i stood for the people, to believe that for a short while i was god
Who else could challenge an equal that brings life to death and the beginning of the holocaust?
What if i took back my soul from him, regave my life and enforce my words as a preacher?
To tear him with words limb by limb, so he was the child and then i can become the teacher


" He stood there, weakened by the words. The sky ceased burning and the lava froze, as i stood
looking into his eyes deeply. The sky began to burn but as i moved closer it unburned. The fire
went inside of my eyes and gave me the power over the devil. He knelt onto his knees and cursed
me until he laughed. He stood back up, and he crushed my soul into his hands."

The Devil


The weak has fallen and god has forsaken you, the world has bent and is burning in eternal fire
Until the sky burns and falls through, the soul you carried will forever be tormented towards my desire
Im unfolding your thoughts,twisting around my power until you mould inside of me
Your mind is the only power i shall use to punish you as i will destroy your reality
Who am i?, i am the one that ended your life as i pulled out the same knife as you
I am the devil, you are the devil and the knife in your hand is the only object you are holding onto


" I tried to avoid his words but they hit me like a train. Was i the devil, was i talking
to myself all along. His words were twisted i remember, but when i looked at my hands the knife
was there and i was again hit by his train of words. I stepped back as i threw the knife towards
the devil and i watched as it hit his heart. I felt the pain as the mirror smashed to the ground.
My heart tore into many pieces. I was the devil, and i hated myself but i was immortal now...now i live
not in hate of me but in question of why i killed the child and myself...and the destruction of the world. "



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If you don't understand the story:

The devil came to me. Placed a child inside of me
and told me to kill it within ten minutes or the world will end. I ended up killing
the child anyway but i didn't realise that it was now a part of me because i was
panicking too much and so i killed everything about me. And i became the devil
but i was so evil i didn't realise it, and unwittingly ended the worlds existance. The
devil i was looking at was a reflection inside of a mirror, but it looked a different form.
I killed the devil that come, with words and then i became the devil. Enjoy.

Me, the Preacher...
The Devil...
God...

*The preacher currently doing a sermon*

I can’t believe I’m a minister now, my past life was disgrace the verses…
Luckily, I’m baptized, or my life would be delayed, unearthed…
In the ground, my body and my soul would make me worthless…
I used to sell hardcore rock, I guess was a Knight In Satan’s Service…
Muslims, Jews, all of these “holy soldiers” are lost…
There’s no way to go, but to turn your soul to the cross…

*Church empties, and the lights go out…The pew sets ablaze….All of a sudden….A creepy figure emerges…*

The cross? Fuck Christ! I’m disgracing your Lord…
And isn’t a cross the same shape as a sword???
So basically, your holy figure’s also a symbol of my work…
And those that cherish it, only go deeper in the dirt…
You have no power, demon; You’re faceless and headless…
Bottom line: You’re a forbidden angel from heaven…
The level of truth in that, is low of course…
Proof: In ten minutes, it’s either his soul or yours…

*instantaneously, a young boy appears…*

Starting now, you should attempt to make your decision…
Are you saving yourself or are you saving the children…
I need some type of proof this ain’t all in my head…
Then look down, and tell me what’s wrong with your leg…
Ahhhh! It’s melting! Okay, you got me convinced…
You got 500 seconds, until my decision starts to afflict…
And what is that? To off both of you; there’s no positive choice…
How about…Nah, saving you both is not possible, boy…
At first, your nervousness was sooo entertaining…
Now it’s pissing me off, I’m gonna kill your whole generation…
If you don’t make a decision quick, or I’m taking to killing ‘em…
Aight, I got it…Hurry up I’m not playing with you, bitch…
150 seconds…Until you die…Who sneaked into here now?
It’s the Almighty Creator, and I’m speaking through the child…
God damn, literally….Yeah, you can go to Hell…
I’ve overseen your little mission, and I guarantee it won’t excel…
Thanks for answering the prayer I said subliminally…
Fuck both of you bastards, you won’t get rid of me…
Is that so? I created you, and I can end your wrath…
And watch you incinerate when my fingers snap…
Okay, I got the point…I’ll leave them alive…
Why can't you bargain or use collective reasoning, guy?
Hallelujah..Oh my god! Is it me??

*The pastor awakes after his wife throws water on him…She then asks what happened*

Nothing, it was just a wicked dream…
I was relieved the rest of the day, beforehand I was real sad…
My seed just returned home after my child was kidnapped…
He was in my dreams, but the real mystery…
Was the ‘napper was the devil in my dreams, I thought in disbelief…

Good luck, kid...

Black-Death
Dark Orange-Me






My mouth speaking scriptures, givin visons, and provides hope
Souls constantly seeking, lost and lonely creatures tryin to cope
See I instill faith and raw emotion, these words cause a commotion
Every night people showin devotion, sermon is the preachers potion
Once done I duck out the back, saying a prayer for soldiers in Iraq
Business intack, follow my regular track, gun barell touchin my sack
Eyes absorbing everything in sight, thinkin of sins and how I feel contrite
But tonight I recite, while homeless peeps conditions continue to be plight
A dark night wit a full moon, on my way home to my family platoon
A regular summer evening, my mind is grieving in the middle of June
Marijuana smoke mellowin my soul, as I roll I take a hit outta the bowl
Ran into Nicole who was on patrol, her emotions she trys to control
Sobbing hysterically, eyes filled with tears she can barely even speak
In her eyes I could see the mystique, suddenly we heard a child shriek
Frantically searchin the alley, here in Cali its a real life death valley
Devil's countin his tally, he's lookin for this to be his biggest grand finale
Made eye contact with satan, my emotions and thoughts I straighten
I sat and then we spoke, I choke, on his face you can see him hatin
Gives me a ultimatum, in the alley right behind the one and only sanctum
See in life you take wrong turns, so mentally my attutiude was to sink em
He spits fire and real talk, explains he wants a childs body outline in chalk
This cat makes dealers push keys by bulk, he has the eye of a evil hawk
Explains I need to kill a innocent child, strokes his goatee, then he smiled
Thoughts are quickly compiled, this is when my emotions were riled
10 mins is all the time I got, then he mentions this is my one & only shot
Before he left he said "Ohh I just about forgot, if you fail your entire generation will rot"
"So your times officially tickin, dont fuck up" a feeling in my stomach is kickin
My eyes now breeding confusion, was this some dream? maybe an illusion
Emotionally wishin for seclusion, devils taken my mind and now has a conclusion
In search of the innocent victim, "How we gonna do it? chainsaw 'em and rip 'em?"
Felt like mentally I just continued to grin, back of my head I can hear the violin
Approached a house with a busted fence, smell of the air intensed the suspense
Empty bottle slowly leaked smoke and the devil said "I'm here to be ur 6th sense"
Proceed in, it was dark with a erie smell, devil said "If you fuck up we'll have a party in hell"
He continued to compel and force me to rebel, victim was a 6 yr old girl name Danielle
The girl lost her dad at the age of five, devil said "At 5 she barely began to revive..."
"She told mom she wanted to thirve and strive to be the best while shes alive..."
Makin me feel even worse, my whole life seems like Ive always had a bad curse
"Hurry up so I can disperse, tonight I must take the life of a desperate nurse..."
Found Danielles room she was quietly a sleep, I offically felt like the Grim Reap
I began to creep with the silencer on my heat, after this her mother is forced to weep
Still had two mins left so I paused and just thought for a brief and sacred moment
I Felt like God of Judgement, "Stop wasting time take her down to the basement!..."
Proceeded down the stairs, devil snares evilly, prepares and grabs two chairs
As I tie her to the chair he glares "This game plays like nightmares not prayers..."
Put the silencer closely to her head, this is the day her mom will be forced to dread
"This is her offical deathbed, fuck the gun heres a machete, this bitch you need to behead!"
Grabbed the machete with regret its like playin a fucked up game of russian roulette
Child awoke upset screamin for one last breath, devil fuckin with my mind like crystal meth
Like Shakespeare a modern day macbeth, mom rushed in with a 12 guage and I met my death

Ghostfingaz: Ok, you had a nice piece...but really it was to long with all the dialouge, it really put me off reading further, you had some a good flow throughout and the dialouge did seem some what poetic, but the bottom line i found is that i found it hard to follow with the breaks of dialouge.

D-iller: Kinda thought u could of put a lot more effort into this piece, it was real creative bringin god into the scene....but i felt that you could of worked harder on the discription and not of made it so short....the dialouge was nice in the lines....but the length is what put me off. Notherless you had a real nice verse going on.

Arminius: I found that your lines seemed to of got longer and longer as it went through, like with iller i was getting into the speech within the verse, and like ghostfingaz you seemed to of put a lot of effort into it, although i did like illers part of bringin god into the equation, i liked the fact that u twisted the topic by bringing a more physical character into it, being the mum.

Overall this was a real good battle, and im suprised that everyone posted before the deadline, but the final vote goes to arminius, i think iller would of definitly got it if he put more effort into it, you kinda lagged off, in my opinion you underestimated your opponents so typed up something quikly, but thats my opinion. Excellent battle ya'll.

GhostFingaz: Your imagery was good. Your dialogue, I thought was way too long. I thought a few internal rhymes within your lines would have helped to help your flow. That's what happens. When you have a larger vocabularly, you tend to jepoardize your flow, and I don't think you took that into consideration. But overall, pretty good verse. You exceeded my expectations.

D-illar: Your verse was very captivating.
The cross? Fuck Christ! I’m disgracing your Lord…
And isn’t a cross the same shape as a sword???

That line kept my attention right from the start. The blue font wasn't the best choice. Hard to read on a navy blue background. Still, I think what was most captivating about your verse is the satirical humor you dabbed into it. I think your verse was also the easiest to imagine myself handling in the same way... that is, if Satan appeared to me and gave me that situation.

Arminius: Your flow was flawless. I liked your style, great structure and everything. At first, I didn't understand why you would choose orange and black. But then I considered what colors I would use if I used colors at all, and I'd either go with red and black or orange and black cause it's Halloween colors. But I occassionally got a headache from reading such small text. Especially the black. To the point that I had to squint, which as a result, it lost some of my attention.

Overall, I feel that D Illar had the best overall verse though. His flow was on point, and he didn't rely on intervals for his dialogue. He was able to work all into one verse. It also appeared to be the most diverse out of his opponent's styles.

Vote: Illar

I am also gonna take Illar on this one...Although I felt that none of ya'll really captured the ominous seriousness that woulda made this more impressive...Ike noted the satire in Illar's verse...I felt that the way much of it was handled...gave the characters a MUCH more human element to them than should exist when characterizing deities...As far as the others...Ghost, ya lines are too long, this isn't a short story contest it's a topical RAP tourny...keep that in mind, cuz once you start passin 20 syllables per line with regularity the shit can no longer really be called rap...Arminius...Your ending was disappointing...and the piece became stale in the middle...but the beginning and near-end held my attention...pretty decent...

Vote: Illar

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Creativity - Tie (Ghost had a good idea...poor execution.....Illar's was good but not drawn out enough.....Arm's was a bit more original but well developed.....)
Depth - Arm.....Illar didnt go into a more emotional/creative standpoint because of the shortness in length...which somewhat hurt.....Ghost tried to make things deeper but barely scratched the surface......
Metaphors - Illar....Ghost didnt not have as many.......Arms were a bit bland....Illar's were subtle......the cross looking like a sword line
Delivery - Arm.....a lot more complete with deliverying the story....
Multis - Tie between Illar and Arm....both had some and didnt......
Interest - Arm.....if Illar had written more the decision would've been different but due to Arm utilizing the length that he was allowed and expanding on the idea fully.....this made things a bit easier to judge......


Vote-Arm.....

.....My Bad Illar....U Fam....But Rules Are Rules......





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