Open Mic: [KOTM] The Dead Emcee Scrolls

Balance is chaotic

Scary, panicked, and exhausting

Tear like talons on a falcon

And it’s valiance is forgotten

Now the clouds are calling all of us, we’ll drink and prevail

But the audience is yours now, so sing us your tale

Do you see angelic halos or the circles of hell?

What deities will save you from these curses and spells?

What pain will you be faced with? Is your purpose to fail?

You paint it but the shade won’t stain or hurt you, it’s pale.

I really enjoy the continuation of contrasts here, and the way you incorporate an incredibly smooth scheme is amazing. The 'shade' bit was a great, rather direct imagery, and I appreciate that. 

Nature is a blade displayed with multitudes of edges

The vapours are amazing but they’re also brewing tension

Basically creating and maintain the halls of Heaven

And it aids in the decaying of the slain and fallen denizens

I like how you depict this scenery-like segment as a beautiful reflection of the image on hand. The 'vapours' line was a highlight here. 

.The strongest weapon registered, it seeks to cull the weak

An instance which is infinite; volcanoes hollow peaks

Spring-like symptoms present, it’s a tree thats found it’s leaves

It’s honest and it’s evident, it needs accounts to breath

But gods can fall to pestilence, the leaning pulse of peace

Scenes are often seen inside supreme exalted dreams

I love your original approach here. The various references depicting both the image and your concept are very well interwoven in this segment. 'Accounts to breath/pulse of peace' were some of the highlights. My favourite segment so far. And I also appreciate the poetic tone and alliteration here.

Sawing Z’s, final place you fall when all your yawns proceed

The space you take your conscious to learn your raw beliefs

Aches and flames run flagrant, murder meat you’ve worked to breed

Earthy people hurt each other, urges sprout their burdened beasts

Slaughterhouse, perverted priests, don’t work to be devout, I see the

Farmers having worker bees to herd the sheep you count to sleep

Artists are still earning at the mercy of the crowds they keep

Evolving with their purposes, the purity of crowns achieved

Damn, the last bar is truly amazing. Something I'd wish to come up with, tbh. I also really liked your incorporation of rather contrasting, but very tangible and real notions, like the 'perverted priests' bit. It's a great continuation of the broader theme of 'differences' in both realities depicted here. 

A thousand leagues beneath lowest sea, there grows a sage

Unleash a flow so potent that the seeds will grow in shade

It’s soothed into a poem so we read the oceans pages

As the branches pass the ashes and the easel pulls us straight