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Hello, I am a Moderator at RapBattles.com Username: Professor Frost
 If you are a writer of lyrics or poetry or rap then come check out the Sacred Scriptures League at the above website address. This is the sort of content that we post in the league. Enjoy.
 (This is referred to a "keystyle". When one types up literature without premature thought. This is just my random writing. Or is it? )
 Poetry is Dead by Professor Frost

 "Ignorance is Bliss...throw yo hands in the sky....
 If you don't give a fu-"

 I remember in high school...
 I was standing, knees shaking, floor quaking -- nervous
 Mind spanning, trees waving, door aching -- "turn this"
 But I couldn't just walk on my life long dreams
 My words of wisdom can stich up the seams-
 Of life.

 Yes, sometimes we feel broken,
 Cut open, so sometimes poetry must be spoken
 But it is dead, well fed with the same nonsense it bled
 Everyone thinks it's cool blue, but instead its autopsy showed red

 Venom lies within words...
 ...Disguised within verbs
 Denied into crisp curbs,
& ugly truth blinds the readers it disturbs

 Curved by the elegant pen,
 With the ink in the wind
 If convicts can wash away sin
 Then this literature has a chance to win

 If presidents can write a letter with a stamp,
 That shoots into the airwaves like an amp
 Then the illuminating silhouette of poetry is a camp
 And each scoutmaster is buying a circuit short lamp

 We are the difference makers, new innovaters
 Yesterday's polluted air stares at today till it faces dissipators
 A dissipator disrupts, debunks & deconstructs,
 All clouds of ambiguity that shower away, like they're missing vapors

 Now let's step back in slack & maybe retract
& Observe the metaphorical meaning & maybe see that-
 Poetry was meant to decipher every code we crack
 But now it's filled with imagery like a rogue Haiku ....

 Ku...
 What's this in the presence of a stanza? A phantom?
 No, it's the depiction of today's poet "irregular anthem"
 The heartbeat of poetry has no more soul to keep,
 And its whole has seem to been reaped

 Read this back a few times, analyze each line
 Empower all your minds, till it may redefine-
 What you find true poetry, in its essence
& maybe respect the thumbs that apes were blessed with
 Take this analogy's psychology as a lesson