| Author | Poetic Rallies |
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syrian is always here
even if there is no beer
to rap or not is the game
and my name i will try not smear
this is not the usual run-of-the-mill
i get your blood boilin' while givin' you chills
so acknowledge that i'm in town
and get down with my rapping skills
peace out :p |
As far as AnD is concerned,
Epsileon is the odd one out.
However no stone shall be left unturned,
To get more into this bout.
For sure im odd one now
But i will get there anyhow
Have been long back member of it
So just remember it :)
Jedi said me to wait
Till i reach level Eight
Then i wont be odd one out
Now coz of my rhyme dont shout -.- |
Syrian Khan, the brother of all,
The Rap God, who cannot fall.
My Blood's more than 100 degrees.
Yo Man, Your rap's checked the freeze.
AnD Domination in this game.
Glory, beside every name.
Come on others,
Non AnD are also brothers! |
A day has past,
without any rhyme,
Maybe the cryptic event,
Was the sour lime.
Come on poets,
Show your steam.
Sing along
Your ambitious dreams. |
I couldn't pass the Cryptic event,
eventhough I did an attempt.
Can't believe it I failed so bad,
I gave wrong answers for question one.
Back to hunting and MG,
too bad I can't do any TG.
My smith is busy all night and day,
still waiting for my shield to play. |
Oh you have unlimited tries.
Dont give up so soon.
But ofcourse I'll say no lies,
You won't be fed with a spoon.
TG MG really rock.
Smith requires you to empty your sock.
I wish you luck anyways,
Hope this happiness always stays. |
Ban me for this bump 'O' Mods,
I can't let this topic die.
I have already got many nods,
Its time for something sly.
*EVIL LAUGH* |
All through the ways of travelling
Thru the land, budget's shoestring
No horse, or dragon
No cup, nor flagon
Of ale, time unravelling.. |
That was something greyfalcon,
We need just this!
To push our poetic wagon,
To eternal bliss! |
Is it me, or the truth?
Creative Works seem to be alive.
Is our activity drive
causing this flare?
I know the poems bad,
Dont gimme this glare. |
twinkle twinkle lottle star,
prajoy is the super star,
up above, the elf se high,
like a mage in the sky!! |
LOL prajoy you heavenly body,
Your rhyme reminded me of noddy! |
:) damn little joy
i still slipped my spelling noy |
I would like to make
A story for the sake
Of the story competition
But I got no inspiration |
I understand Paraleul.
The great turmoil.
Coz the same's happening with me.
Just not my writing spree. |
Rules, Rules Everywhere!
Is what I think of lords.
Yet the admins can't block the cheaters,
Of our dear .com!
This will take us nowhere.
So say my inner cords.
Hardworkers sweat by the litres,
Cheaters eat the prize 'Om NOM NOM NOM'! |
This is more of a rap than a poem here :
earning gold is the game
the poor earn no fame
the rich buy arts
to get on the charts
Game ain't balanced the poor say
little do the poor know
they know nothing . about . the game |
I dont really feel so...
I treat all as mah bro.
The gold doesn't matter,
the personality does!
So get out of camping,
Its time to GO! |
It's true that gold is important,
But friends give you assistant.
A bunch of gold can make you greedy,
But a lot of friends can make you happy.
So get a friend, mate
Before it's to late! |
No i dont wanna be in deft bro.
Or I shall meet my doom.
Coz I might get a habit.
And then will have to sweep the mess
With a broom!
I never wanna be poor.
Thats why I am a mercenary.
I know it feels great,
To be financially free
and soar the skies like a mercenary! |
