Untitled Truth (seriously help me think of a damn title)
We thrive on comfort from our lies,
And willfully blind our tainted eyes,
From horrors which man himself provides,
We run to priests to save our hides.
REPENT REPENT REPENT is their cry,
But blasphemy to dare ask why,
Question faith and risk your soul,
Be doomed to forever be whipped by demonic trolls,
In the Devil's cove,cursed to the depths of hell crying,
Was fleshly life not meant for enjoying,do humans exist merely for dying?
One option says yes,so enjoy life and cut personal restrictions,
Others say no and your damned to a realm of pain and affliction,
Wake up to your own damn untruths.
But you don't want to hear it
You try but cannot wash them away,
Because like blood on your hands it's here to stay.
Many a religion is good at the heart,
Yet your freedom,they pick apart
The people involved act oh so vile,
With promise of eternal joy,making you question whether your life is worthwhile.
Hand over your faith,hand over your will,
For false comfort and happiness,just like a pill.
This is not right,but it's just how it came to be,
While socalled pure wonderful leaders decree,
Wash away your childs sins,
Or they'l will go to hell and the Devil will win.
How mighty is your Lord,that he's prepared to damn a child.
SILENCE!
Punishment for your blasphemy of speaking up against them,
Beware those who they can't silence they will condemn,
But we will march and stand tall and proud,
We'll fight for our freedom,no lies enshroud,
And we'll practice what we preach,
Which is nothing more but promises we can keep,
Promising you back your freedoms to be yourself,
With no illusions of eternal life or wealth.
Banish the comforts which left you so blind,
The sweet little lies we'll leave behind,
Your mouth may taste bitter,but no hell awaits you my dear friend,
There's just an infuriating emptiness in the end,
So shut your eye's and night will creep,
Prepare yourself for eternal sleep.
Sunday, 22 March 2009
Wednesday, 26 November 2008
To the Pacifists and the Intelligent Kind People
People will take advantage of you.
SheeplePeople are the ones who will take advantage of you,yeah thats right the Morons are selfish also...it's in their nature.
But all the more easy to manipulate for one's own gains...the fact they are manipulated so easily.
Think about it,humans are so selfish we must be do or we should be dragged into the grounds of our own gratitude and abused for all we are worth
We must fight back,and use their idiocy as a way to gain the control we so despretly need.
It's a horrible thing for a normal person to consider,but it is a sad neccessity or how else should we survive?
Fight to survive,sometimes we can't do "fight or flight" because often in this bleak world there is often no place to run. When the world kicks us down we must kick back!
SheeplePeople are the ones who will take advantage of you,yeah thats right the Morons are selfish also...it's in their nature.
But all the more easy to manipulate for one's own gains...the fact they are manipulated so easily.
Think about it,humans are so selfish we must be do or we should be dragged into the grounds of our own gratitude and abused for all we are worth
We must fight back,and use their idiocy as a way to gain the control we so despretly need.
It's a horrible thing for a normal person to consider,but it is a sad neccessity or how else should we survive?
Fight to survive,sometimes we can't do "fight or flight" because often in this bleak world there is often no place to run. When the world kicks us down we must kick back!
Page 1: I hate...:___
I hate..
Welcome to the "I hate" column!
Okay I'm going to keep this short and sweet. In my area I am a Freak amoung Freaks the Outcast Among Outcast,the creepshow of the freakshow. I find it utterly stupid how the sheeple of the Human Race (Morons) attack anything out of the status quo.
If they didn't fear something different or change so much the word would progress faster. We wouldn't have to be babied so fucking much.
Sheeple People= Xenophobic
(Incase you didn't know= Xenophobia = fear of the "unknown", something different)
Welcome to the "I hate" column!
Okay I'm going to keep this short and sweet. In my area I am a Freak amoung Freaks the Outcast Among Outcast,the creepshow of the freakshow. I find it utterly stupid how the sheeple of the Human Race (Morons) attack anything out of the status quo.
If they didn't fear something different or change so much the word would progress faster. We wouldn't have to be babied so fucking much.
Sheeple People= Xenophobic
(Incase you didn't know= Xenophobia = fear of the "unknown", something different)
Thursday, 13 November 2008
Emo Section 1: My Annoyance At Other Girls Whining.
I am pissed.
I am very annoyed.
I'm a girl,and nearly every P.E session one of them is whining about their period.
Now. I have a medical condition,I have very high male Testosterone,leaving puberty to be very awkward for me.
Boys have it easy they get,masculine,hair and voice cracking,which I can say I have experienced part of these (minus getting a penis LOL I'd hate to be a hermaphrodite) with my high testosterone level I get voice crackage and stuff,so life is hard I get to experience both gender type of puberty...kinda so the girls that whine CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP,I EXPERIENCE BOTH BITCH'S DO YOU HEAR ME MOANING?
I grin and bear it,because I can't record meh period,because my high male hormone level leaves my hormones in a mess,I get my period at random times,so it always get's me surprised,life gets awkward....but I don't go: " SIR! I have GIRL PROBLEMS can I sit out of maths? it impairs my ability to hold a pen and write because my vagina bleeds" boohoo
Guess what they where whining about..
being on their period,having to do p.e with the boys,in INDOOR TABLE TENNIS (ping-pong)
Oh yes,atleast it's not gymnastics
then I'l be laughing my ass off at your despair
I am very annoyed.
I'm a girl,and nearly every P.E session one of them is whining about their period.
Now. I have a medical condition,I have very high male Testosterone,leaving puberty to be very awkward for me.
Boys have it easy they get,masculine,hair and voice cracking,which I can say I have experienced part of these (minus getting a penis LOL I'd hate to be a hermaphrodite) with my high testosterone level I get voice crackage and stuff,so life is hard I get to experience both gender type of puberty...kinda so the girls that whine CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP,I EXPERIENCE BOTH BITCH'S DO YOU HEAR ME MOANING?
I grin and bear it,because I can't record meh period,because my high male hormone level leaves my hormones in a mess,I get my period at random times,so it always get's me surprised,life gets awkward....but I don't go: " SIR! I have GIRL PROBLEMS can I sit out of maths? it impairs my ability to hold a pen and write because my vagina bleeds" boohoo
Guess what they where whining about..
being on their period,having to do p.e with the boys,in INDOOR TABLE TENNIS (ping-pong)
Oh yes,atleast it's not gymnastics
then I'l be laughing my ass off at your despair
Wednesday, 12 November 2008
Void..kind of. Rambling
Thinking thinking,thinking,I never stop thinking,even when I want to clear my head I am still thinking of not thinking.
I do this so often,ever feel like you've separated yourself into two parts,your mind and your emotion.
I'm stuck in my mind,away from my emotion,rather I watch it and kind of feel it reach it over,then going as quickly as it came.
So very unattached.
Ugh I sound like a buddist....having to let go of attachments...but whatever,fuck yourselves.
I like drawing lines from random things and linking them as one in my mind and weaving tree's of paths to what they are.
Tree's..
Let's make an example of what I talk about.
Let's plant a little seed,which grew roots,these routes are the feet and legs of you,the bark is your body and the branches,are the routes of your mind.
Look at it in wonder and see how many branches have been blown away,or broken off by yourself intentionally or unintentionally. Now look at the staggering damage of some of your branches.
That is what the world has done to you,that's what people have done to you.
Each thing that happens to you can have a negative or positive effect,a positive effect strengthens and/or adds branches,a negative effect brakes of a branch or turns the leaves of experience into dulling Grey.
Look at every little twist,look at all the little leaves,look at every aspect of you the tree..
Do you feel different,from before you contemplated this? Perhaps more indepth on who you are,or maybe...
just a little more void.
A bit more stuck in your mind rather then your heart.
Now you know how I live.
How I feel or lack thereof.
pointless ramblings: over.
I do this so often,ever feel like you've separated yourself into two parts,your mind and your emotion.
I'm stuck in my mind,away from my emotion,rather I watch it and kind of feel it reach it over,then going as quickly as it came.
So very unattached.
Ugh I sound like a buddist....having to let go of attachments...but whatever,fuck yourselves.
I like drawing lines from random things and linking them as one in my mind and weaving tree's of paths to what they are.
Tree's..
Let's make an example of what I talk about.
Let's plant a little seed,which grew roots,these routes are the feet and legs of you,the bark is your body and the branches,are the routes of your mind.
Look at it in wonder and see how many branches have been blown away,or broken off by yourself intentionally or unintentionally. Now look at the staggering damage of some of your branches.
That is what the world has done to you,that's what people have done to you.
Each thing that happens to you can have a negative or positive effect,a positive effect strengthens and/or adds branches,a negative effect brakes of a branch or turns the leaves of experience into dulling Grey.
Look at every little twist,look at all the little leaves,look at every aspect of you the tree..
Do you feel different,from before you contemplated this? Perhaps more indepth on who you are,or maybe...
just a little more void.
A bit more stuck in your mind rather then your heart.
Now you know how I live.
How I feel or lack thereof.
pointless ramblings: over.
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Love,does it really exist?
Time and time again I have frowned quietly to myself contemplating the Love Phenomenon.
When two people procreate during "love making" for the reason of there sexual desires and lust,is that not love? Just a form of sex and strong attachment? Thinking of that makes it sound like an unhealthy psychotic thing!
There is many forms of love,the love of a brother,the love of a friend,the love of a partner.
Different feeling's toward each of them distinguish what type of "love" it is. I can distinguish them but feeling them for what they truly are,perturbs me.
While feeling it at the time it's hard for me to comprehend,so I think of love and hugging and other associated things as a weird type of ritual of body language and carnal desire between humans. This is what I view it as,being an observer.
This "puppy love" I see,as a strong attachment, and all other forms of love I see are like different degree's of Man's carnal desire.
For those who are bitter,or for those who see things as I do,MAY (I hope) be able to relate to me when I think this is just another...thing.
I come to my opinions through my observations,
I guess I shall define my type of "observer/observing"
When I observe the life around me,it seems like everybody is ether going extremely fast or extremely slow,while I am an unmovable object through time as though doomed to watch the strange,fascinating,and dark world around me.
When two people procreate during "love making" for the reason of there sexual desires and lust,is that not love? Just a form of sex and strong attachment? Thinking of that makes it sound like an unhealthy psychotic thing!
There is many forms of love,the love of a brother,the love of a friend,the love of a partner.
Different feeling's toward each of them distinguish what type of "love" it is. I can distinguish them but feeling them for what they truly are,perturbs me.
While feeling it at the time it's hard for me to comprehend,so I think of love and hugging and other associated things as a weird type of ritual of body language and carnal desire between humans. This is what I view it as,being an observer.
This "puppy love" I see,as a strong attachment, and all other forms of love I see are like different degree's of Man's carnal desire.
For those who are bitter,or for those who see things as I do,MAY (I hope) be able to relate to me when I think this is just another...thing.
I come to my opinions through my observations,
I guess I shall define my type of "observer/observing"
When I observe the life around me,it seems like everybody is ether going extremely fast or extremely slow,while I am an unmovable object through time as though doomed to watch the strange,fascinating,and dark world around me.
Saturday, 1 November 2008
My Shitty Poetry: 1
Darkest Of Liars.
In both a man and woman alike,
Resides a side of great dislike,
masked within perceived truths,
Is a darkness of the most evil of lies.
Filled with screams,blood and cries.
A side which we so monstrously bind,
We hide away to the backs of our mind,
Even the most kindest of people you see,
Have these thoughts to some degree.
Others may show not as dark thoughts,
As the other man beside them,
But still these thoughts Man will condemn
Refusing to believe there own kind could be so evil,
That our violent tendencies are too medieval.
For a race as 'smart' as us.
For a twisted mind of darkness,
There's evil to another new degree,
A darker side of man,we wished we did not see.
One who would lie to the mind of a child,
So delicate to the world,
Will sink them beneath the water's of lies,
Letting there sea level rise and rise.
To force them to swallow the lies,
The waters of lies they suffocate in,
Then to call them evil for Man's own previous sin,
To tell the child to swallow,
Swallow the water,
And say their sea level will go down,
To sink there bodies,and make them drown.
As a child myself I will swallow,
If it will help my sea level go down,
You make me take a deep,deep breath,
But be aware you push me to my death.
I did this in a really pissed mood about how people complain kids these days are fucking stupid,which they are but what bothers me is people don't want to take there bit of responsibility for fucking them up. Just like how people complain about gas prices when they chose to buy a car! SOME PEOPLE SHOULDN'T PROCREATE,BECAUSE THEY WILL FUCK UP THE NEXT GENERATION WITH THERE LIES AND BULLSHIT.
The poem is also about the natural liar in ALL OF US.
In both a man and woman alike,
Resides a side of great dislike,
masked within perceived truths,
Is a darkness of the most evil of lies.
Filled with screams,blood and cries.
A side which we so monstrously bind,
We hide away to the backs of our mind,
Even the most kindest of people you see,
Have these thoughts to some degree.
Others may show not as dark thoughts,
As the other man beside them,
But still these thoughts Man will condemn
Refusing to believe there own kind could be so evil,
That our violent tendencies are too medieval.
For a race as 'smart' as us.
For a twisted mind of darkness,
There's evil to another new degree,
A darker side of man,we wished we did not see.
One who would lie to the mind of a child,
So delicate to the world,
Will sink them beneath the water's of lies,
Letting there sea level rise and rise.
To force them to swallow the lies,
The waters of lies they suffocate in,
Then to call them evil for Man's own previous sin,
To tell the child to swallow,
Swallow the water,
And say their sea level will go down,
To sink there bodies,and make them drown.
As a child myself I will swallow,
If it will help my sea level go down,
You make me take a deep,deep breath,
But be aware you push me to my death.
I did this in a really pissed mood about how people complain kids these days are fucking stupid,which they are but what bothers me is people don't want to take there bit of responsibility for fucking them up. Just like how people complain about gas prices when they chose to buy a car! SOME PEOPLE SHOULDN'T PROCREATE,BECAUSE THEY WILL FUCK UP THE NEXT GENERATION WITH THERE LIES AND BULLSHIT.
The poem is also about the natural liar in ALL OF US.
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