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Hate.

Sun Aug 9, 2009, 2:51 PM
No more or less. Seething in it, drinking it in. Living from it. Dying from it. Like the double edged blade it brings action, a cause, a will. However constant and changing the will may be. Yet burns out the remaining joy with bitterness knowing what is or what will be cannot and will not survive as its pursued by the certainty of failure.

Why do we beat our fists against this impregnable wall. Clamour for anything, something that makes us feel alive and free. It is inevitable, power is wielded and the peasants must bow.

Suffer. Die.

No matter what disguise they carry. What airs they believe they have. It comes to whats in the heart. And the heart of all is rotten. Each turned on the other. A constant competion. The eternal circle. A worldwide popularity contest. Unbeknown to only those who choose to drop out.

But what is better? Of course it is to burn with agonizing hate to all around in their monotonous exsistance. They have eyes but how are they yet to see? When the hammer falls so shall they. Being lead blind to the slaughter already. Yet when will the realise that they are already dead? Murdered decades ago but only now life is bleeding from them into the sodden earth that is bloated from centurys of ignored slaughter. Difference? Independance? Choice? That is but another barrow of rancid meat fresh from the abattoir.

So I shall pray for thier deaths. I will beat my hands against this impregnable wall till they bleed. I will live outside in hate and therefore happyness. I will watch the world fall and know. I can fight the tide, I can live through the exhaustion, the cold of loneliness will not overcome me.

But I am a peasant.

And I cannot survive the shark.

  • Mood: Bitter
  • Listening to: Machine Head

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  • Current Residence: England....somewhere..Reading is home
  • Interests: Stuff...playing bass
  • Favourite movie: 28 days later queen of the damned the butterfly affect are some of my favs
  • Favourite band or musician: Theres to many to name!!! I love Korn slipknot napalm death soulfly to name but a few
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:iconnifty-acres:
thanks :hug:

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:iconrorkas:
Thanks for fave. :)

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Thanks for the fav on "Cabbage Detail." I appreciate it. Cheers!
:iconblack13widow:
And thank you for the favorite
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:iconbellick:
thanks a TON for the :+fav: love
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-World Domination sir!

-In the name of what do we fight for?

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-Now we're talking...

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Por una cabeza de un noble potrillo
que justo en la raya afloja al llegar
y que al regresar parece decir:
no olvides, hermano,
vos sabes, no hay que jugar...

Losing by a head of a noble horse
who slackens just down the stretch
and when it comes back it seems to say:
don't forget brother,
You know, you shouldn't bet.
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