calling out experienced battlers

[Tres.Bo.]

since im leaving tomorrow, i wont be able to drop a second so lets just cut this downt to one verse each, keeping the verse i originally wrote

[Tage]

Tempted to live up to a standard out of reach
His fingers failed to clench a voyage bound to cease
Amounting to belief, he weeps sonnet mourning
The death of his muse, the pressure a sword swing

^that was some warcloud type shiit there fo sho!

[Tres.Bo.]

fuck it, im posting this as a text song