(((\\::~ The Soulless Survivalist's Society ~:://)))

[PsYkOsUs]

this is insane, as usual. you should post "The Freedom-Justice Revolution" again. fuck the format, it's big enough. peace

i'll post it after i drop the new collabo i'm finishin' up: "Closet Full Of Bones"...

PEACE FOR THE FEEBACK

PSY

[PsYkOsUs]

order by color: grey, red, white: Elusive Fugitive, Psykosus, Martyr

((\\::~ Closet Full Of Bones ~:://))

we’re wary of tears, we all got someone who died, carry ‘em here..

don’t run from the lies, confront ‘em this time

your scariest fears, we all got somethin’ to hide, bury it here...

the ground implodes, unholy crossroads where lucifer plundered,

one hundred souls, pillaged victims from the entire fold

of my family's unflowered members... the bell tolled, cold

insidious agendas of creatures, with vile features,

wallowing in wanton transgression, this true story's a survivors confession

intravenous infection decimated a whole line of generational succession

retched violation in hallowed halls of one hundred year old hauntings,

taunting claws of vermin, flaunt the disfiguring germ of cursed men,

torture inflicted under-garments of under aged and unsuspecting,

a reptilian constrictor chokes the hearts hope of hope itself,

erect involuntary emotional wall, neither to feel, nor see, nor recall

that horrific hour, sourest still the serpents smirk that seals this sinful silence,

dream violent retribution, in padded rooms down corridors of correctional institutions,

tattooed trail of tears mark each of the 10 seasons of torment,

living lies, trans-parental eyes why I chose disguise of a blind fawn?

a vengeful wolf spawned to storm mind castles,

of the emotionally withdrawn

constant goals, from pots of gold and stone

dropping souls, in lots of sullen flows

pockets holding poems for closets full of bones

god I've drowned your cults of celibacy, who've carried the seeds of warlords

an' my house is full of skeleton keys, they’re buried beneath the floorboards

our lure to sin: this closet’s full of bones, now open the door with infatuation

the door’s within, his honest lull of poems ‘ve broken a core in imagination

culture’s given me an art, now I’ve seen stalin in his peak state of oppression

vultures pickin’ me apart, now I keep fallin’ in this deep state of depression

faith in fictional characters, popes writin’ in strife of our theories of evolution

aimin’ whimsical derringers, ghosts fightin’ for life in the eeriest revolution

left heathens strangled we slay our brother, and if we fail, we rape his mother

so eden’s angels betrayed each other, and if we failed, we’ve made another

damn I’m dreamin’; they got control of my role, if a demon writes am I weak?

man, I’m bleedin’; I’ve got a hole in my soul, and it’s leakin’ life as I speak

still this cat’s fervent, mastered the best skills and levitated your ouija boards

I kidnapped servants, after a fresh kill you're designated to squeegee floors

frets with their fraud’s intelligence, elements taught, but your god’s irrelevant

yet, with an awkward elegance, skeletons walk in their chalked malevolence

it’s gritty, half your city dispenses morphine, there’s more fiends here though

if prettied, have no pity for pregnant whore-queens, she’s fourteen years old

and besides, mad demons were fuckin’ usin’ her, went ill with just the blame

so she’d cried, stabbed jesus in front of lucifer then killed him just the same

lynched ‘im with a hook in his back, morality drowns in acceptable ignorance

listened and just looked at the fact, mortality’s found in detestable inference

priest’s a liar, low variety’s no one’s piety truth is, he swallows hallucinogens

seed of fire, so society’s notoriety’s useless, we follow and loose ‘em in sin

lies sustain innocence in spite of all the confusion, which is why I fight to feel

time decays vividness, if life is all an illusion I just tried to write what’s real

Immeasurable insight...intoxicating individuals, awareness reels

Shed outer layers of pain to reveal

Untouched core from whence all wounds are healed

the eyes stuck on taste, they’re many buds that broke and come up tasteless

define love and hate, sparing petty lust and loathing love of hatred

as I lug the weight, barreling semi-trucks’ll load up from the basement

and I’m from a place, where in everyone’s a ghost of someone famous

home’s breeding ground, for a torn future of named idols; drawing crowds

no leaving town, they’re storm troopers with aimed rifles; all around

won’t see it now; I’m a born loser till lame cycles; stall in round

don’t believe a sound; as the sworn future has the same idols; falling down

In such dreadful deep oceans, of a pristine gravel and dirt road

blood vessels keep floating, with sixteen paddles my verse rows

some special cheat coding, of the Sistine Chapel has turned gross

the thug never needs devotion, to live clean as still the hurt grows

doves cry in pain; big ones fell ill; to fevers moaning louder

sun shines away; wind gusts felt chill; to leaner, broken flowers

gun violence play; thin blood cells spill; in liters flowing outwards

love tries to hate; kids puff Ls killed; the preacher’s doped with downers

we’re wary of tears, we all got someone who died, carry ‘em here..

don’t run from the lies, confront ‘em this time

your scariest fears, we all got somethin’ to hide, bury it here...

Copyright © 2005 Elusive-Fugitive, Psykosus The Soulless Survivalist, Martyr

[Fragmented]

i could really quote this piece but i'll pick some lines i like and build on them

wallowing in wanton transgression, this true story's a survivors confession

intravenous infection decimated a whole line of generational succession

i though this was sick had a nice flow to int and the word placement was hot

that horrific hour, sourest still the serpents smirk that seals this sinful silence,

dream violent retribution, in padded rooms down corridors of correctional institutions

this has a real morbid feel to it gives me a good sense of the expression thats used here

culture’s given me an art, now I’ve seen stalin in his peak state of oppression

vultures pickin’ me apart, now I keep fallin’ in this deep state of depression

these two lines are dope as hell almost the flow almost flawlessly

still this cat’s fervent, mastered the best skills and levitated your ouija boards

I kidnapped servants, after a fresh kill you're designated to squeegee floors

frets with their fraud’s intelligence, elements taught, but your god’s irrelevant

yet, with an awkward elegance, skeletons walk in their chalked malevolence

this was dope as hell probably my favourite 4 lines on your piece flowed flawlessly and i loved the god irrelevant parts dope

home’s breeding ground, for a torn future of named idols; drawing crowds

no leaving town, they’re storm troopers with aimed rifles; all around

won’t see it now; I’m a born loser till lame cycles; stall in round

don’t believe a sound; as the sworn future has the same idols; falling down

these fucking bars are crazy the flow rhyme scheme etc is discusting dope writing right here

gun violence play; thin blood cells spill; in liters flowing outwardslove tries to hate; kids puff Ls killed; the preacher’s doped with downers

peace a like these last two lines they;re flowing sick as fuck

overall this whole colab was discusting elusive looks like being a great writter and mar and psy you know my thought on your work

this shit is obserd don't sleep on this shit

[u-turn]

ill, i learned more vocab in that then an entire year of high school so far

[Dae Ja Nae]

E.F.: I've never read anything of yours before, and I must say ... I've really been missing out. Reading your verse was like watching an historical documentary unfold. One that focuses on the amount relentless pain and suffering inflicted on a lost generation of children. Children who's screams have fallen upon the def ears of the very people who where responsible for protecting them. In my opinion, it was a very well written, gut wrenching verse. To you, I tip my hat ...

insidious agendas of creatures, with vile features,

wallowing in wanton transgression, this true story's a survivors confession

intravenous infection decimated a whole line of generational succession

torture inflicted under-garments of under aged and unsuspecting,

a reptilian constrictor chokes the hearts hope of hope itself,

erect involuntary emotional wall, neither to feel, nor see, nor recall

that horrific hour, sourest still the serpents smirk that seals this sinful silence,

dream violent retribution, in padded rooms down corridors of correctional institutions,

tattooed trail of tears mark each of the 10 seasons of torment,

living lies, trans-parental eyes why I chose disguise of a blind fawn?

a vengeful wolf spawned to storm mind castles,

of the emotionally withdrawn

Psy: You have definitely brought your usual fire to the table. Your verse flowed like water rushing out of a broken dam ... powerfully spewing undeniable realism from start to finish. As always, I could quote your whole verse, but I'll just showcase a few of the lines that really stood out to me ...

god I've drowned your cults of celibacy, who've carried the seeds of warlords

an' my house is full of skeleton keys, they’re buried beneath the floorboards

faith in fictional characters, popes writin’ in strife of our theories of evolution

aimin’ whimsical derringers, ghosts fightin’ for life in the eeriest revolution

left heathens strangled we slay our brother, and if we fail, we rape his mother

so eden’s angels betrayed each other, and if we failed, we’ve made another

damn I’m dreamin’; they got control of my role, if a demon writes am I weak?

man, I’m bleedin’; I’ve got a hole in my soul, and it’s leakin’ life as I speak

frets with their fraud’s intelligence, elements taught, but your god’s irrelevant

yet, with an awkward elegance, skeletons walk in their chalked malevolence

priest’s a liar, low variety’s no one’s piety truth is, he swallows hallucinogens

seed of fire, so society’s notoriety’s useless, we follow and loose ‘em in sin

lies sustain innocence in spite of all the confusion, which is why I fight to feel

time decays vividness, if life is all an illusion I just tried to write what’s real

Your words were very haunting as they echoed in my mind, effortlessly pointing out the many flaws contained within us all. It's saddening how most of us allow ourselves to turn a blind eye to all that is going on around us, being foolishly led by momentary impulses. The amount of imagery and detail in this verse is completely amazing, but what I liked most about it was the way that it related to the majority in that we are all guilty of keeping these same skeletons in our closets. As always, in my opinion, you are gifted beyond measure!

Martyr: Your entire verse was ILL. I've never read any of your material either, but I must say that I am extremely impressed. That being so, I quoted damn near your whole piece ...

home’s breeding ground, for a torn future of named idols; drawing crowds

no leaving town, they’re storm troopers with aimed rifles; all around

won’t see it now; I’m a born loser till lame cycles; stall in round

don’t believe a sound; as the sworn future has the same idols; falling down

In such dreadful deep oceans, of a pristine gravel and dirt road

blood vessels keep floating, with sixteen paddles my verse rows

some special cheat coding, of the Sistine Chapel has turned gross

the thug never needs devotion, to live clean as still the hurt grows

doves cry in pain; big ones fell ill; to fevers moaning louder

sun shines away; wind gusts felt chill; to leaner, broken flowers

gun violence play; thin blood cells spill; in liters flowing outwards

love tries to hate; kids puff Ls killed; the preacher’s doped with downers

There is so much distress trapped between these lines of yours, that is almost impossible to escape it. It's like stepping right into the shoes of one who as witnessed nothing but a life of hopeless despair. You are a very talented writer ... You all are, and this collab solidly proves it!

Peace and props to you all!!!

[MASTER PAI MEI]

damn this is a good read I'll read it a few more time before I post my opinion

[martyr]

... thanks all... i means very much to me and i know it means alot to PSY and EF we put a few weeks into this piece... thanks again for the indepth feedback from all of you, i even like utruns response because the way he stated it was original... thanks again...

[PsYkOsUs]

no doubt... as always, i really appreciate the thoughtful comments and positive feedback, i feel that it turned out very well... Martyr and Elusive are talented artists.. they brought nothin' but genuinely honest reality to the table, and i give them the utmost respect for it...

PEACE

PSY

[ElusiveFugitive]

Word... This is my first collab and I'm blessed to have been asked to assist writers of Martyr & Psy's calibre. Personally, it was one of the toughest things I've ever had to do. Doing this I had to dig crazy deep to find a source of strength to focus the emotion that went into this verse...Love it or hate it this shit is real... A heartfelt thankyou to everyone who took time to really read this piece, especially those who posted feedback. Please keep it coming

ONE LOVE

[martyr]

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[Nexodus the Nth Entity]

--- solid bridges by everyone, just wanted to note that
--- each verse holds it own, unique in their own rights

Elusive:
comes off with a poetic structure, which complements Psy and Martyr’s structures and descriptive lines I’m so accustomed to reading verses the ‘usual’ way, so this was a breath of fresh air and was impressive…should be interesting to read more in the future

Highlights:
the ground implodes, unholy crossroads where lucifer plundered,
one hundred souls, pillaged victims from the entire fold
of my family's unflowered members... the bell tolled, cold
insidious agendas of creatures, with vile features,
wallowing in wanton transgression, this true story's a survivors confession
intravenous infection decimated a whole line of generational succession

erect involuntary emotional wall, neither to feel, nor see, nor recall
that horrific hour, sourest still the serpents smirk that seals this sinful silence,

tattooed trail of tears mark each of the 10 seasons of torment,


Psy:
well, its Psy, I really don’t need to comment on anything here….I mean structurally is as solid as anything else he’s written….the multi’s, my god, I envy the skill…and the content, well also brilliant as mentioned in the highlights

Highlights:

god I've drowned your cults of celibacy, who've carried the seeds of warlords
an' my house is full of skeleton keys, they’re buried beneath the floorboards
our lure to sin: this closet’s full of bones, now open the door with infatuation
the door’s within, his honest lull of poems ‘ve broken a core in imagination

left heathens strangled we slay our brother, and if we fail, we rape his mother
so eden’s angels betrayed each other, and if we failed, we’ve made another
damn I’m dreamin’; they got control of my role, if a demon writes am I weak?
man, I’m bleedin’; I’ve got a hole in my soul, and it’s leakin’ life as I speak

frets with their fraud’s intelligence, elements taught, but your god’s irrelevant
yet, with an awkward elegance, skeletons walk in their chalked malevolence

and besides, mad demons were fuckin’ usin’ her, went ill with just the blame
so she’d cried, stabbed jesus in front of lucifer then killed him just the same

lies sustain innocence in spite of all the confusion, which is why I fight to feel
time decays vividness, if life is all an illusion I just tried to write what’s real


Martyr:
Complemented Psy’s verse and vice-versa….again, those damn multis….y’all already know where I stand on those…it read much like Psy’s in terms of the multis but with that….martyr-esque quality I can’t really describe, its just a feeling when I read his verses that signify ‘it as a Martyr verse’, that unique imagery only martyr can convey….probably just me

Highlights:
the eyes stuck on taste, they’re many buds that broke and come up tasteless
define love and hate, sparing petty lust and loathing love of hatred

In such dreadful deep oceans, of a pristine gravel and dirt road
blood vessels keep floating, with sixteen paddles my verse rows
some special cheat coding, of the Sistine Chapel has turned gross
the thug never needs devotion, to live clean as still the hurt grows
doves cry in pain; big ones fell ill; to fevers moaning louder
sun shines away; wind gusts felt chill; to leaner, broken flowers

[Fragmented]

uppin the best colab dropped on here

[PsYkOsUs]

PEACE.... the feedback is appreciated...

[002]

each verse was beautiful. feelin a lot of the shit that was said.... some insane imagery in martyr's verse.... Psy's shit was pure illness as usual.. this collab inspired me to write some nice shit, heheh.... peace

[PsYkOsUs]

PEACE... and thanks... cats are sleepin' on this, but that doesn't surprise me...