pleasure be and start the dream.
never thought it would end the scream.
apparently this machine had stopped the nerves of an unidentified spectre,
and the enigmatic lush of his agonizing smile.
these tears that too often rolled down his interface without his knowledge.
he said he was left behind a long time ago by a father he was supposed to know.
i am who i was and i was created for this cause.
the beauty of the mushroom cloud in this virtuosity.
my relentless regrets for my existence, for my beauty is your destruction.
creator, diseminate my sleep in jpeg layers.
so you can finally see my true colors.
and miss norton decides her last kiss goodbye.
and seek my forgiveness for her tearless cries.
- todt the virtual virus
confessions of a dog soldier
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
ishida
a vengeance, the lord of mercy, a sheperd of lost brothers.
my face smothered with tyranny of all evil of the others.
so i smile upon thee with furious anger and undying laughter,
shall i strike your heart with guilt that will last till hereafter.
the weak shall perish and seek salvage from the shadows in sin,
apart from their swelling empathies that kept them within.
the courageous and the righteous, will then be crying and bleed,
their false idols brazen and dismembered by the children of their seed.
destroyer oh mighty destroyer of lands and forsaken souls,
you are the force that our forefathers had told.
save yourself, the change has come to an end before you.
save yourself, the tide will stop and then nothing will be ever true.
- xavi the warrior priest
my face smothered with tyranny of all evil of the others.
so i smile upon thee with furious anger and undying laughter,
shall i strike your heart with guilt that will last till hereafter.
the weak shall perish and seek salvage from the shadows in sin,
apart from their swelling empathies that kept them within.
the courageous and the righteous, will then be crying and bleed,
their false idols brazen and dismembered by the children of their seed.
destroyer oh mighty destroyer of lands and forsaken souls,
you are the force that our forefathers had told.
save yourself, the change has come to an end before you.
save yourself, the tide will stop and then nothing will be ever true.
- xavi the warrior priest
Labels:
brotherhood,
evil,
poetry,
ravelasalle,
repent,
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