Give me a prompt and Ill freestyle
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Thread Topic: Give me a prompt and Ill freestyle
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A girl finds herself in the middle of a field. Who is she? Why is she there? And how did she get there?
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There's spaghetti in your pocket-- but why?
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Numbing pain, the center of forehead
Her eyes shot like glass by the roar of a machine
Legs moving not fast enough to pass, she
goes past, always walking on the grass
The sun glaring above her, she walks straight through weeds
As if to warn of a second coming
Her parents were taken in the brutal aftermath
Of a stone-cold war of mishap
Her life was never as bad as this, an eternal failure
Is she walking towards Hell or a savior? -
As I sit here on this chair all alone I ask myself
Why me?
There's a million people on this planet and they always target me
They ridicule, laugh, and lunge at me like wolves
I'm nothing but a kid who had no clothes to wear,
as if this should have anything to do with the food in my hair
But here I am, distraught and alone
One by one each strand of spaghetti going in my palm
The rest has been in my pocket, so I was never really alarmed
even if they made me feel like a loser
I'm reaching for the things they wanted me to stuff away
As if I could let them keep treating me this way
I wait for the moment to return again
These bullies have nothing against me, to them I'll sock it
Using only this,
spaghetti in my pocket -
Honestly, I love both!
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Oooo I like em !
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In a world of black and white, you're the only one who has color.
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Those are really good!
He stood over the body, his bloody sword still tightly in his grip. -
In a world of black and white it seems it’s out of my hands
For me to confront all their fears, in quicksand I stand
Telling stories of palettes entering from the wrong head
All dull things I see lay dead
But what of them can I revive if not through my mind’s deprive
Youre a strength untouched that strengthens my vibe
The shades you discover sit dead at your feet
Steady and sure, vibrancies leak control, yet
Weaken by chain
All colors the same
But in my sight’s divide their counterparts jump the tide
Echoing blue red yellow and white
All was once gray, now I bring to life
Their shackles now abandoned, a new shade of white
Not pale, dull, or light,
All colors change
Shine
and move us -
Its cringy but i did do it within 5 minutes in one sitting so bear with me
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You are dead attending your funeral, reminiscing about your embarrassing death
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👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
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