pioneering_south
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 12, 2006
- Messages
- 99
Things so awful and evil that they reek in your dreams for weeks are out there and available to happen to anyone, for whatever reason. Humankind so demented that they would rip your soul out, had they the chance.
They sit in the shadows, lurking on the sharp rocks, with horns and teeth sneering, scum covered in muck and ruin. That is where the evil ones wait, like shadows in the scorn.
You think curb stomps, burnings, and even a hot iron up your ass was a bad way to die?
Fuck no, death so much more painful was inflicted thousands of times..
SO much more twisted sick violence has been committed?
Why is it that even the most torturous thoughts do not phase me?
I am immune to the world of darkness in many manners… Lord makes me stronger
FOR WHAT!
(is what I scream in my head right now)
I keep a gun in my closet, sure, but I would like to think I would never be capable of shooting someone’s fingers off one at a time, and then sexually assaulting them with a pistol before torturously shooting small chunks off their body slowly, until they die.
Like my grandfathers memories of Worldwar2 on the Philippines islands have taught me, war is always a choice.( but that is not my place to share, and are not near as horrible as my imagined instance, above)
I've heard some pretty fucked up FIRST HAND fathers Vietnam stories from a friend( second hand), it's a shame.. Really.
Especially when I myself, am a beacon of light, am a beacon to the underworld, sending the demons to their place, and knowing every corner of the hell that evil comes from I muse and maneuver through their manure like a Lion blessed as a holy pursuer.
A beacon of light that would of course never promote such harmful things, as those I have spoken, and experienced in my mind.
I take my mind away, to the anti-war. The peace of now. The piece of myself that is one of the most important aspects of my personality: Rising above all that has ever held me down, to the new day of now. It's an aspect of all of us... grasp it!
So now, forgot all your sorrows and heavy side… the sun is so bright even in my dark room right now. The sun of my mind is bighting this place like a thousand lamps shining to gardens of plants in my own personal paradise, only one day out of Sin City.
Peace
Fireside
They sit in the shadows, lurking on the sharp rocks, with horns and teeth sneering, scum covered in muck and ruin. That is where the evil ones wait, like shadows in the scorn.
You think curb stomps, burnings, and even a hot iron up your ass was a bad way to die?
Fuck no, death so much more painful was inflicted thousands of times..
SO much more twisted sick violence has been committed?
Why is it that even the most torturous thoughts do not phase me?
I am immune to the world of darkness in many manners… Lord makes me stronger
FOR WHAT!
(is what I scream in my head right now)
I keep a gun in my closet, sure, but I would like to think I would never be capable of shooting someone’s fingers off one at a time, and then sexually assaulting them with a pistol before torturously shooting small chunks off their body slowly, until they die.
Like my grandfathers memories of Worldwar2 on the Philippines islands have taught me, war is always a choice.( but that is not my place to share, and are not near as horrible as my imagined instance, above)
I've heard some pretty fucked up FIRST HAND fathers Vietnam stories from a friend( second hand), it's a shame.. Really.
Especially when I myself, am a beacon of light, am a beacon to the underworld, sending the demons to their place, and knowing every corner of the hell that evil comes from I muse and maneuver through their manure like a Lion blessed as a holy pursuer.
A beacon of light that would of course never promote such harmful things, as those I have spoken, and experienced in my mind.
I take my mind away, to the anti-war. The peace of now. The piece of myself that is one of the most important aspects of my personality: Rising above all that has ever held me down, to the new day of now. It's an aspect of all of us... grasp it!
So now, forgot all your sorrows and heavy side… the sun is so bright even in my dark room right now. The sun of my mind is bighting this place like a thousand lamps shining to gardens of plants in my own personal paradise, only one day out of Sin City.
Peace
Fireside
