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Sheesh no respect for the Clergy?

JFY Reverend

Gather ye Children, bring axes and poles

Gather thy Spouses, were adding the souls

Come to the Church where the flowers all wilt,

Visit the House that Virigoth Built!

Gather ye neighbors, atleast bring their head

Gather thy kinsmen, and bring us the dead

Come to the Church where the flowers all wilt

Visit the House that Virigoth Built!

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Sheesh no respect for the Clergy?

JFY Reverend

Gather ye Children, bring axes and poles

Gather thy Spouses, were adding the souls

Come to the Church where the flowers all wilt,

Visit the House that Virigoth Built!

Gather ye neighbors, at least bring their head

Gather thy kinsmen, and bring us the dead

Come to the Church where the flowers all wilt

Visit the House that Virigoth Built!

Beautiful. I love poetry. :D I'll give anyone else 24 hours. This is worthy of winning by virtue alone.

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Come one, come all,

Let me spin you a thread,

Let us walk through the halls,

And the valley of the dead,

Lend me your ear,

And I'll tell you the tale,

Let me feast on your fear,

Leave you shattered and frail,

Through ghostly wood,

Where shadows lurk,

Lies a land of horror,

Named the Dread Murk,

Where souls wander,

Lost in despair,

The veil of death,

Blankets the air,

Where deep within,

A castle stands,

An forterress of ebon,

A wonder of man,

Halls alive,

With the throes of death,

Vision bleak,

As you draw each breath,

Muffled screams,

Echoing from below,

Baleful moans,

Souls ripped from the flow,

Turn to run,

Escape from the halls,

Far away,

From those woeful walls,

Through the murk,

Away from the plight,

To bright skies,

Far from the blight,

Numbing pain,

As you fall into mud

Writhing hands,

Now covered in blood,

Gather now,

As I tell you the tale,

Gather now,

Rejoice in your fear,

Tremble now,

Let your face draw pale,

Tremble now,

The Baron is here...

I guess i'll give FL one more shot...

EDIT: not really caring about the position. just randomly read it and posted. but eh.

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I vote for Croyvern! Sorry MCD, yours was good... And I don't even like poetry.

Though Croyvern wins because of the simple line, "Come and visit the house that Virigoth built." I love it. It even sounds similar to what a Christian would say but... FL style.

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Yo yo,

Sup all yoo'z bitches, I'm the mo-****in' Dey,

Comin' atcha swinging from tha city of Rhey',

I got more Drow in my crew, than hemorrhoids on Big Chay,

Rollin' round Aab'hran keeping Tribbies at bay.

Chillin' in Caves o' Kamir smoking Magenta herb,

Don't **** with us, Elfie, or you'll bite tha kerb,

These sand-dried leaves homie, mo-****in superb,

Only bring dried-black ones if yo gonna disturb.

So what's this, we gotta Cleric that's frontin'?

All up in my grill, pushin' and shuntin'?

Chii bolt bitch, POW! Now he's gruntin'!

All in a week's work, just another day's huntin'.

We cruise down to Rhey, rollin' 30 deep,

Blinged out stallions, these gold saddles ain't cheap,

Our rival gang see us, an' they start to weep,

'Cause Da Duergar Posse know we on a ride-by sweep.

"Pluck, pluck, pluck", tha arrows fly!

Fast as a halfer, into tha sky!

Down they come now, Duergar say 'bye!',

Cause you all be full of arrowheads on tha face, arm and thigh.

We search tha dead, and collect up the loot,

Cruisin' on home, Tribbies hot in pursuit,

We lose dem bitches 'cause we be mentally astute,

I give them a flash o' my birthday suit.

We be back in tha cave, and we spread the wealth,

I get my mandrake root and skins from tha top of my shelf,

Sprinkle in a little dried skin of Elf,

Smokin' this blunt man, wastin' my health.

But dat's what it means to be a hired knife,

Earnin' my livin, through other's misfortune and strife,

I don't got no honeys, I don't got no wife,

But that don't care, 'cause I'm all DROW KILLAZ POSSE 4 LIFE!

Dey

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For the record; In all my life I have never sought to do anything more than inspire others to greatness. Wins and losses are like grains of sand in an hourglass, they only matter when there are few left at either end. And even then only to those who carry the shackles of self interest.

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Guest emp_newb

Ya know, I was reading that. And I kept waiting to here a line from the rapper the streets.

Or that gum Commercial "ahm droppin thirty five"

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Croyvern wins, hands down.

The poem was of simple structure, but had the words to make it powerful and full of imagery.

And the second post about grains of sand in an hourglass and shackles of self-interest?! LOVED IT!

And, Croyvern, thank god you don't count wins and losses because I have WAY more losses than wins....It'll be a few years before I catch up. ;)

Thank you to Dey and MCD for participating. *peers intently at Dey* You're making me look normal, you know? And I had no idea what that was. But then, I have little to no appreciation for rap. ;)

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