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TOPIC - Sacred Rites Of The Dead

lol... again.

g'luck homie

interesting topic... g/l...

I'll drop later tonight if you drop :)

Release: The Cares of the World
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embarrassed because they tried to ferret his flaws...
'n succeeded, careless of wants! the courts cleared him of laws...
abandoned to Army boy scouts with merits 'n glocks...
no miracle calls BUT the earth stood still in a spherical pause...
til a gear hits the shot in a smoke of air 'n exhaust...
his spirit dissolved as the .45 released its fearless applause...
soon parental loss as he then bleeds from the chest...
'n echoing screams then so fresh seem somehow uneven in death...
reapers eating with zest, he heaves for his breaths...
soon freed from the flesh! dead family, he's meeting them next...
in a-whole-nother world of ghouls 'n smothered girls...
poked holes in underworlds as the wind blows 'n thunder whirls...
a wave of vibrant shooting 'n God denied him truly!...
a life in blooming, now demons are about to bite in groupings...
lies unmoving, is he crying? his eyes are drooling...
silence proving the path from birth to hell is time consuming...
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clip rips the joint! angel rises, wing tips in points...
entire trip annoyed til he skipped heaven 'n missed his joy...
its a fickled ploy, gods 'n demons flip the coin...
tails, GOD gets the boy! heads the devil sends a sick envoy...
baby soul bursts into hell! congrats, its a boy!...
a glitch destroyed? he pounds the brimstone 'n lifts his voice...
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...release?...
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heavenly gates failed? yet no living memory may dwell...
visually: spray wells of brimstone in celestial artillery made hell...
souls like cannon balls! pits deep for a man beyond...
while souls abandoned, fall! knees bent, soul disbanded, mauled...
demons with mannish paws, claws! empty famished jaws...
beyond candid flaws lies a steel gaze to mock your vanished calm...
smile cynical, long, 'n spread! its miserable, oven fed...
eyes' physical sunken red 'n they're eating in rituals of undead...
body falls to blazing rivers 'n attack shameless rippers...
ancient sinners: demonic half lion/humans grab to claim the liver...
they invade 'n grip or scream his name with shivers...
the flesh retains its filler! body engluffed, enflamed a pillar...
vacant liquor, any taste makes their cadence flicker...
grunts of pagan vigor, the new arrival's blood shades 'n shimmers...
into fate delivered! carnivores cover a naked figure...
to Satan's snicker as Muhammed 'n Jesus sit, debating scripture!...
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clip rips the joint! angel rises, wing tips in points...
entire trip annoyed til he skipped heaven 'n missed his joys...
its a fickled ploy, gods 'n demons flip the coin...
tails, god gets the boy! heads the devil sends a sick envoy...
baby soul bursts into hell! congrats, its a boy!...
a glitch destroyed? he pounds the brimstone 'n lifts his voice...
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...no release?...
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...rewind...
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body twirling futile, both arms swirling dual...
worlds renewal, he reaches heavenly gates of pearl 'n jewels...
curled in school, his fetal position elevates...
eyes stricken seven days, sees his name written in the grace...
vision, lifts his face! the LORD arose 'n spoke...
with a flowing cloak spectacular! one billion golden ropes...
as saints soak in boats with slow rowing strokes...
a globe blows with smoke below, earth shows a potent joke...
angelic molten throats crow a choir's anthem...
with something like abandon, their voice alight in tandem...
was he invited random? wasnt he just in hell?...
falling rusted hail, he realizes thru life much has failed...
he'd cut his nails, played the toughened male...
disgusted, pale! reached to Lady Justice 'n touched the scale...
wind: brushing gales 'n temples of robust detail...
LORD, nothing frail, speaks: "I was your slave to love's avail"...
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LORD's beloved attraction coming when asking...
'n HE summons his passion beyond with nothing outlasting...
lush in HIS masking of sin 'n much satisfaction...
shutting the blastin' flames of hell, such is what happens...
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...release?...
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...a millinia in heaven...
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somewhat bored in worship, doubt forming earnest...
each morning perfect, he looks down into the overpouring furnace...
lords so wordless armed as celestial war insurance...
heavenly whores with purpose: eat their fill for gorged assurance...
on the reverse side, above those immersed, fried...
the golden gates exert life while Jesus arrived 'n emerged bright...
a sickening feast of crows 'n beneath: the foes...
holy leeches know a celebration is lawless: to each his own...
even in heaven's bleak bestow the weak are prone...
to beat a soul in some alley behind God's house 'n eat it whole...
clean the bones! lick its spotless, gleaming coat...
he wonders "can we atone" yet he doesnt flee the scene alone...
a Greek abode, Jesus' house on a green plateau...
a secret zone one million miles above seas where demons flow...
keenest stone, where beggar saints plead 'n groan...
they scream 'n drone for a chance to merely reach the Throne...
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LORD's beloved attraction coming when asking...
'n HE summons his passion beyond with nothing outlasting...
lush in HIS masking of sin 'n much satisfaction...
shutting the blastin' flames of hell, such is what happens...
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...no release?...
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...it sickens him...
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some great favor! an eternity played safer...
fate's neighbor, everybody considers worship pained labor...
the late flavor of this disgusting religion...
nothing's forgiven! no need to be fucking with victims...
cupping the smitten in HIS hands to quiet...
demanded violence of his followers, stranded tyrants...
commanding climates, you say it is literal...
their days are so pitiful! a life blatant unspiritual...
saving the mythical, body naked to minerals...
breaking the physical, rituals merely basic 'n similiar...
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clip rips the joint! angel rises, wing tips in points...
entire trip annoyed til he skipped heaven 'n missed his joys...
its a fickled ploy, gods 'n demons flip the coin...
tails, god gets the boy! heads the devil sends a sick envoy...
baby soul bursts into hell! congrats, its a boy!...
a glitch destroyed? he pounds the brimstone 'n lifts his voice...
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...release?...
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shot heard 'round the earth, clowns the herb...
he's brought down 'n hurt! a young boy 'n a renown pervert...
blood surrounds his work! might sound berserk...
once gripped a pound 'n smirk, his bullets rebound a nerd...
cut down mature at eighteenm he's now obscure...
street crown inert? eyes fade "will GOD disavow, desert?"...
clothes eclisped in worth by his rover, kicks 'n shirt...
forgiven words? is the LORD watching over? its absurd...
poser hits the dirt like "no more living, sir"...
'n as his shoulder hits the curb this soldier isn't sure...
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...no release...
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clip rips the joint! angel rises, wing tips in points...
entire trip annoyed til he skipped heaven 'n missed his joys...
its a fickled ploy, gods 'n demons flip the coin...
tails, god gets the boy! heads the devil sends a sick envoy...
baby soul bursts into hell! congrats, its a boy!...
a glitch destroyed? he pounds the brimstone 'n lifts his voice...
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...no release...

dope... hof to this battle trust... here comes mine

edit: i sent it to the wrong email and im at my cousins... gotta drop later on at my house

Sacred laws of death will come to all..

The warriors stand around, holding dented sheilds of hand me downs...
They glace around, standing firm on sacred and tampered grounds...
Echos of the hammer sounds, thuds hitting the sky and jumping back...
Fixing grey swords of dull figure, with loud hard thumps and whacks...
The drunks relaxed, laying against the trees with their sheilds intact...
The glimmer from the amber fire, hits their sheilds, and yeilds it back...
A lantern set off to the side of the fire well lit, that conceals an ash...
About a couple miles retracked, was beautiful green feilds of grass...
Not here, Through the smoke clear was a plain of rubble and sand...
Where the trouble began, memories of war fought for struggle of man...
All expressions humble and bland, no tears shed dispite the death...
The veterens glace into the warm fire, seeing the hypnotic light of Seth...
Bright but kept, they exchange war stories and the trades of youth...
Blades of brute, vast battle knowledge and how they made it through...
They sit with ears open, dirty faced listening, and embrace the roots...
Even battles of loses, they're not pompous- they can face the truth...
As they talk, a man steps to the fire, a crackle hits the hair of his chin...
Baring a grin, he stands tall figured, sheild in hand- starring within...
The man looks tired, but evil- He holds his sword tight, ready to clash...
Steady and fast, thinking about what lies ahead- deadly and ghast...

:Sleep well, for there is no sleep in our future, against impossible odds:

-Prepare-

The night ends, sun beams down on the very few of those that sleep...
Watchmen looking for those that creep, down below flows a creek...
Below the peak, a pile of dead corpse rest from the swords of fate...
Weapons of morbid hate, covered with stains of blood gorged n caked...
Sitting on the rocks they lookout, watching for the attack from foes...
Backed and Posed, ready for combat, with that- in fact they're pros...
Taught to show no emotion, boasting- looking for a fight of greats...
Set flight with hate, eagerly stomping gound- they don't like ta wait...
Trife in face, with bitter looks, the look of those ready to inflict pain...
Stiff framed, In their head, hearing loud sounds of war that hit reign..
A humid day, smoldering hot- giving off heat waves a distance ahead...
Now seeing visions of red, speakin not just war, but wisdom instead...
With that the horn blows, unfroze they stand, to the gates that fall...
No excape for all, brave soldiers ready to fight they can taste the call...
Greeks pour from the kindom, lined up with weapons and steeds...
Blessing the breeds, all willing to comply or die- tempted to bleed...

-It begins-

Both forces running viciously toward eachother, brave and ready for war...
Machettes and swords, with feet bare hurting from the collection of soars...
Progression of force, a collision echos the air and sends dust to swarm...
Up brushed a storm, the dust lingered, still fighting eager in thrusting form...
Plushed and warn, sparks fly from steel on steel- bound by swings of craze...
Fighting kings of rage, blood soaking the ground creating wings and graves...
Sunshine slings in rays, making sweat drop from the warriors chin to girth...
The image lurks, exposing haunting visions of incisions in the slimmest works...
A sword collides with a sheild, the warrior falls to his knees winded n hurt...
Finished in earth, the other warrior swings with ease to deminish his worth...
Dimmish it squirts, blood stains the sands, and leaks from the victims neck...
Wisdom kept, now everyone knows plant your feet or die a vicious death...
Behind the line of battle, the archmen, gas the tips of arrows, set to ignite...
With death in a sight, the fire burns on the arrow, as it is sent in ta flight...
It impales a warrior, knocking him from his horse- forced to the rock below...
Shocked n slow, he struggles for a breathe, but there's one not to show...
Dropped and low, they slash and connect, no flesh wounds to expect...
Doomed for respect, they fight brave for their pride and zoom for the neck...
Across the plain, centered between those of the slain, stands the king...
Gripping his brutal sword tight, he raises back and commands a swing...
A demanding thing, severing his opponents head from his neck and spine...
Blood wept like wine, down the shoulders of the man- as deaths design...
The head rolls to the ground, getting kicked up by the rage of the fight...
Weapons blazing the hype,opponents draw backward stationed in fright...
The plain is cleared, the warriors stand tall- still motivated for blood spill...
They must kill, if the fear doesn't get them, it's evident- the thrust will...
They look around the feild, ahead is the gates to the palace of Greece...
A balanced retreat? The gates are opened so they challange the peace...

-Enter The Gates-

The men charge the yellow bricked gates, hacking and slashing a path...
Action happening fast, with loud grunts of pain, from stabbings of staff...
The walls are solid, with chips in the bricks from the strikes of swords...
A fight for sure, spilling blood against the walls, causing a sight of gore...
A body mangled- sliced in four, guts hit the sands and blight the floor...
Dispite the hoard, the combat wages, bringing death in frightening war...
Still in the narrow they battle, weak and exhausted, but alive and ready...
Driving steady, sword to shield, sheild to sword- the strive is deadly...
Breaking through the gates, they enter the world of Greeks and gods...
Deep in mobs, fending- testing their strengths to the fleets and squads...
One by one helmets fall, weapons knocked from their hands in brawl...
Goals to damage all, their stanima wearing down- an outlandish flaw...
The king holds his grounds, decapitating heads, and gutting stomachs...
Touching subjects, with the tip of his blade, killing to much abundance...
His sword getting dull- he pulls a sharper sword from a fallen soldier...
Inside, the walls are colder- deaths of impalings from jaws to shoulder...

-The Castle Steps-

The war proceeds, flames set to the houses, burning fire and smoke...
Warriors tired and broke, a pile of bodies dead- retired and choked...
The king tramples the steps of the castle, walking on plates of gold...
To break the mold, making his way to the chamber to take and hold...
Upon entry he is outwitted, a sword drilled through the low of his back...
Froze from attack, the sword is removed, as blood flows from the flap...
He turns to greet the Greek god, awaiting his turn a peirce to his chest...
Spears through his flesh, he dropped to a knee as he nears for a death...

-Sacred Rites Upon Death-

{Are you greeted by light?}
Looking into the smokey sky, the king looks up to be greeted by light...
Beleiving the rights, it's time to become a god- it's the reason he fights...
Only there is no light, no glow or angel to take him away from the war...
His face feeling soar, body cold and timid- sweat flakes from his pours...

{Have the people you killed come to serve you after death?}
For such a high death count in life, the king sees no servents to aid him...
His purpose is graven, but hes not at ease- death is hurtin, he's achin...
His arms become weak, his eyes begin to tear, with no vioce of reason...
back moist from bleeding- still no greeting, it was his choice for leavin...

{The sacred rites of death are flawed}
The King growing tired, his vision faded, nothing but a blur of shadows...
screams heard from battles, his arms shaking- it's his nerves that rattle...
He becomes numb, a chill to his spine- the cold of death is setting in...
A wreckless grin, his eyes roll back into his head to connect with grim...
No life after death, the only thing left is his name- and a story of ages...
He dies with a memory, that will be talked about only in glory of pages...

{When you're dead, you're dead... there are no rights in death- only memories}

HOF Worthy... who me? Nah :(
Only a 80-100 line topical with ease.

fucking sick . . . I'll vote later.

bow to ur gods n vote... lol

ill hit this up soon.

ppl have been saying its ill and they'll vote.... whats good?

..I think this was probably the only bracket in this tournament that I felt compelled to vote. Both verses were well written...almost well enough to bring me out of retirement..

On Topic:
..Though I may not have had the exact context of the topic, I was able to extrapolate the meaning based on the verses from both participants. From what I've read, I felt that YURLUZN BRACKET's verse well written and consisted of enough allusions to the topic to make it a very interesting read. However, I felt that the verse (once I read it twice) was more inspired than BLADED THESIS's. By "inspired" it can have both a positive and negative connotation. Positively, it allowed you to stay the course of the topic but it doesn't allow you to inappreciably deviate too carelessly from the actual purpose of the "story" you're writing about. Conversely, it seemed that it slightly lacc'd a certain level of freedom. It almost felt like there was no progression there. Believe me, it's possible..
VOTE => BLADED THESIS

DEPTH:
..This was essentially equal parts. The extent of the depth each person showed was evident in their respective verses. BLADED THESIS wrote on a more figurative level and stayed true to that form. It's easy to see that any underlyin' idiosyncrasies were explained and well thought out. I believe the same can be said for YURLUZN BRACKET's verse. There was a great amount of consideration put into it for the sole purpose that no one can call it a "shallow" verse with no depth.I hate ties, but..
VOTE=> TIE

IMAGERY:
..There is nothing more I can say other than both verses have shown an exceptional level of imagery. BLADED THESIS's verse paints a vivd picture of the atmosphere, characters, etc., and this can be said about YURLUZN BRACKET's verse. It's almost painstakingly obvious how the lines were worded to make sure the imagery was on point in both. I don't like ties, so if I had to make a final decision..
VOTE=> YURLUZN BRACKET (only because it was more cinematic)

ORIGINALITY:
..This particular criteria is easier to grade upon. Between the two verses, I would have to say that YURLUZN BRACKET's verse seems to be an almost accurate recollection or an almost exact replication of the Persian invasion of the Greeks. I'm not saying that this is a rip from the movie 300; what I'm saying is that this is a great representation of a story whose storyboard would fit that of the after-events of The Battle of Thermopylae. At this time, I can't see a correlation between B.T.'s verse and anything I've read or seen..
VOTE=> BLADED THESIS

FLOW:
..Ever since I used to drop these types of writtens, I've never liked this critique. Flow isn't something you can subjectively use to judge a written verse. I say that because I may not know exactly how someone who wrote the piece may want it to sound. There is no cadence that I can follow that would be exact. B.T.'s verse was an easy read and "flowed", in my mind, pretty well. Y.B.'s verse was equivalent also and in some ways was a little easier to picc up. If I were to give it to someone, I would have to give this to..
VOTE=> YURLUZN BRACKET (by a slight margin)

MULTIS:
..Based on what I've read, I'd think that B.T.'s verse would win this critique. Y.B.'s verse is by no means inferior, though, I just felt that there were places where I would have changed the verbiage to make a multi. It's not by a terrible margin that I would give this to B.T., though..but..
VOTE=> TIE

VOCAB:
..This is my category. If your verse doesn't live up to this, I will definitely take notice...especially because I took the time to re-read each verse again. Both verses were a tad bit above medeocrity. Nothing really stood out, but at the same time, I don't think that an extended vocabulary was really necessary for this topic (though B.T. had a bit more freedom in this department). However, what that usually does is lead to a terrible case of malapropism. I hate that. Between the two verses I'd have to give it to..
VOTE=> BLADED THESIS

WINNER=> BLADED THESIS

..I can't say that I've read alot of either of your guys' works but I can tell I should definitely start. It was entertaining to see this. Since you both have been on this site for a while, I'm surprised that I don't remember your older verses..

~1ne

Ok, Well At First Glance I Thought Dubz Won, But Now That Ive Read Both Verses A Fair Few Times Ive Reached A Decision, Im Cool With You Both, So I Want NO Complaining.



Topic: Tie, Bith Approached The Topic Rather Well And Although I Personally Enjoyed Yurluzn's Approach More, Its Lacked Creativity In Places Whereas Bladed Was A Fresh Concept.

Flow:Bladed, His Wording Really Helped Him Here, And Because Of His Shortlined Structure His Flow Was Easier To Cath, he Also Had Internal Multies With Like 7 Syllables In Places, Yurluzn Had A Steady Flow But It Was Nothin Out Of The Ordinary.

Multies:Bladed, His Rhyme Scheme Was Filled With Internals And Multi Syllable Multies, Dubz Had A Lot Of Multies But Bladed Were Smoother And Overall Better Worded.

Vocab: Tie, Both Used An Extensive Array Of Complex Words In Their Drops, I Think Yurluzn Knew He Had To Step His Vocab Game Up To Match Bladed, And That He Did.

Imagery: Yurluzn, His Was Much More Vivid, And Better Worded, His Imagery Is Often So Deep That You Forget Its A Topical As It Feels Like A Story Whereas Bladed Didnt Impress Me As Much In This Cat.

Depth:Yurluzn, He Set Out To Really Give His Character Life, Personify Him If You Will, I Feel Bladed Was A Tad Vague In This Cat, Dubz Tried To Focus On Depth Because He Knew That It Was Why He Lost Their First Battle, And The Depth Provided Was Fantastic This Time.

Look, I SERIOUSLY Do NOT Want To Vote Tie, As I Personally Despise Tie Votes, BUT, I Dont Think Either Of You Got Enough Over The Other To Give You The Win, I Mean Bladed Had Flow And Multies, Dubz Had Imagey And Depth, The Other Cats Are Ties, I HAVE To Vote Tie, Its Only Fair, Great Verses By Both.

VOTE: TIE.

smh, thanks...

i wont bitch although i disagree with your vote...

only a question: you named "topic" a tie but said he lacked creativity there and mine was a fresh concept... seems like a logic disconnect and seems like you called that cat a tie just to get a tie vote and not offend him/me... no offense, but it reads that way...

smh, thanks...

i wont bitch although i disagree with your vote...

only a question: you named "topic" a tie but said he lacked creativity there and mine was a fresh concept... seems like a logic disconnect and seems like you called that cat a tie just to get a tie vote and not offend him/me... no offense, but it reads that way...

i called the vote how i seen it, discount it, i dont care.
a fresh concep that didnt delve as deep into the depth that his less original drop did, im out of this thread.. pce.

2-1 uppin

aight...

Two More Days Max Before I Move On To The Next Round...

damn vote... its a good battle

my god... i go out on vacation for a week, come back, and this still has 2 votes...?

what the fuck...?

Flat Line asked me to vote so . . .



ON TOPIC: Yurluzn Bracket

Both took an interesting approach to the topic. I don't want to sound too critical, but the one thing I noticed was that both drops focused more on death (and the afterlife) and dying rather than sacred rights. While both drops were very good, I thought, given the topic, there was room to expand.

However, when it comes down to whose approach I prefered, I have to go with Yurluzn Bracket because he incorporated Greece into his storyline (though technically the sacred rights were more ritualic in pagan Rome). I also liked how his piece progressed as a narrative.


DEPTH: Tie

Both works seem thoroughly thought out and came together nicely overall.


IMAGERY: Tie

As each writer employed different types of imagery (one abstract, one more pictorial) it's hard to choose between the methods.


ORIGINALITY: Bladed Thesis

Yurluzn's approach was a little predictable.


FLOW: Yurluzn Bracket

I'd like to call this a tie but for the sake of giving the catagory to someone, I think in a few areas Yurluzn was a little smoother. Bladed had a few spots where it was kind of stop-and-go (eg. a line interrupted by a comma followed by a single word).


MULTIS: Bladed Thesis

Great use of an inner rhyme scheme. The only thing I would suggest is trying not to sacrifice good grammar for a rhyme. There were a few lines where you left out words for the sake of the flow . . . or maybe it was unintentional.


VOCAB: Bladed Thesis

Nothing really stood out from either verse but his verbiage was a little more complex, imo.



OVERALL: Yurluzn Bracket

I think he took the more important catagory (ON TOPIC) and overall I just prefered his approach and how everything came together, though I would have liked to have seen a more developed conclusion. With topicals, I think having a progressive storyline is important; I liked Bladed's approach, but I guess it just comes down to personal prefrence with this kind of thing.



Great job, both of you.


Vote: Yurluzn Bracket

fuck I had it all broken down it took me over half an hour, wdffff

I thought it was close and it was a Tie

Reasons being that Yurluzn edged imagery with more concise wording...and bladed took depth with superior vocab...rest was close

vote -tie

take it or leave it

3-3...

ON TOPIC

Both were on topic with their pieces....They both hit the topic with 2 different types of stories, both of which were dope...I think this catagory was even...

DEPTH

Both came deep as fuck on this, but I have to give it to Bladed by a hair....He came with some deep shit like

somewhat bored in worship, doubt forming earnest...
each morning perfect, he looks down into the overpouring furnace...
lords so wordless armed as celestial war insurance...
heavenly whores with purpose: eat their fill for gorged assurance...


Which flowed fluently, but also had a lot of meaning behind it....

YB was good with the depth too, but I think Bladed edged it out...


IMAGERY

Now this catagory is gonna have to go to YB, he painted pictures very nicely here, from the first bars...

The warriors stand around, holding dented sheilds of hand me downs...
They glace around, standing firm on sacred and tampered grounds...
Echos of the hammer sounds, thuds hitting the sky and jumping back...
Fixing grey swords of dull figure, with loud hard thumps and whacks...


All the way to the latter parts...

Looking into the smokey sky, the king looks up to be greeted by light...
Beleiving the rights, it's time to become a god- it's the reason he fights...
Only there is no light, no glow or angel to take him away from the war...
His face feeling soar, body cold and timid- sweat flakes from his pours...



Bladed had some solid imagery as well, but in making me SEE what they are saying, I'm gonna have to go with YB on this one...


ORIGINALITY

I think both of the stories were original in a sense that they were both approached unlike I've seen them approached before....So for this, I have to say it's about even.........

FLOW

Another catagory in which I consider even, it was easy for me to follow the flow in both of these pieces....They both read effortlessly, so this is also even...


MULTIS

I'm going to go with YB on this as well, tho both used nice multi's I think YB used them more and with better execution....Bars like this flowed so easily because of the multi's...

Plushed and warn, sparks fly from steel on steel- bound by swings of craze...
Fighting kings of rage, blood soaking the ground creating wings and graves

Bladed also came with some nice multi's in his drop, like...

body twirling futile, both arms swirling dual...
worlds renewal, he reaches heavenly gates of pearl 'n jewels...

But he didnt carry them into the next bars as often as YB did, so I give him the edge on this....

VOCAB

The vocab on both sides was amazing...I loved the words you used to express your thoughts on these, it really set the tone and made it worth the read....You used a deep vocab, while also focusing on the rhymes, which was awesome...

Both of these pieces had that element, so this is even as well....


Overall - This battle was fuckin' dope and most defitnaly belongs in the HOF...I wish I could give you both the win, cause God knows both of you deserve it with work like this.... But in the end, I have to edge it to someone...





Vote - YB - for multis and the imagery that made me see what you were saying...

AWESOME FUCKING BATTLE TO YOU BOTH....

where are the respected heads you said you'd get to vote...?

Fix, Kron, Rowe...?

I Told You Krons Been Ghost, He Hasn't Responded... I Told You What Fix Said... Same With Rowe...

I am respected by everyone on here, (the people you named included too buddy), but I took time and broke down my vote....Dont piss yourself cuz it didnt go your way, this was an awesome battle....

hes banned so bladed moves on, doesnt he?

Nah, Me And Flat Will Post His Stuff For Him.

K

few more votes

4-3 to YB.

ON TOPIC - Both of you were on topic equally, and both of you flipped it uniquely. Props for the great battle.
DEPTH - Balded Thesis takes this because his storyline had more in it as far as layers of storylines and the many things that were going on at the same time.His style of writing was amlost deliberate in trying to vividly depict all of the events, which only succeeded in clouding your inner eye's vision even more and creating a much more effective mystery around the subject matter.
IMAGERY - Yurluzn Bracket had better imagery, more clearcut so you could effortlessly picture what was going on. There was no confusion; everything came up like the scenes of a movie.
ORIGINALITY - Tie. Both approaches were unexpected, and neither could be that much better than the other.
FLOW - Tie. Bladed Thesis had the more compact flow, but Yurluzn Bracket had better linking multis, which made it come out about even.
MULTIS - Yurluzn Bracket takes this for linking multis better that actually made sense and were relevant to the subject matter. Bladed Thesis had a higher amount of multis, as well as more complex ones, but they didn't come together as being relevant to the topic. Yurluzn Bracket balanced the two factors well, better than BT, anyway.
VOCAB - Bladed Thesis. His vocabulary was much broader, and was actually accurately utilized. Yurluzn Bracket's vocab was also superb, but Bladed Thesis takes it because his was better, not because YB's was worse. Get me?

Verdict: Yurluzn Bracket. This was a hard battle to vote on, and both of you came with HOF verses. This is obvious. I couldn't make any decisions off of the categories above, because you evened out. This was a battle between two Topical Gods, and some of your finest work to date. I have to say it might be your best. The decision was made off of who could keep my interest the longest. With near unlimited lines, that was the only thing that mattered in the end, because you matched up everywhere else. And somewhere near the end of Bladed Thesis' drop, he started to lose me. I was slowly showing disinterest near the 3/4 mark. This didn't happen in YB's drop. For that, and only that, I am giving this vote to YB. Because BT had superior Vocab and crazy depth, its just that after a while, he could no longer keep my attention. I just think his was too long.

Final vote, battle ends 5-3. Any disputes, you have 2 days to call it before the next round is up.