Feel the heat
Rapid-fire
Tearing flesh
A hail of death
Mounted chaos
Spitting lead
Breathing fire
All are dead
I am the war machine
Product of our misdeeds
Make you hurt, make you bleed
But you're the one pulling the trigger here
And you're the one killing here
Don't blame me
Feeding [EXPLETIVE]
Steel barrel
Bellowing casings
Muddy gallow
Bodies pile
Smoking vent
Cool it down
Kill again
You are a war machine
A product of your own misdeeds
Make them hurt, make th
So, since it's been a while, I figure I'd take a break from blogging my lyrics (since nobody bothers critiquing them anyhow :\), and give you guys a little life update.
First off, general life garbage: I moved at the end of the summer. Bigger town, stupid rich kids, but still nothing to do. Lots of gorgeous babes, though. That's a definite upside to Wetaskiwin.
Got a job, as well. Actually, two. First of all, I'm now Chief Survival Instructor of my new Cadet squadron. This job has me in ch
I want no one to escape
Gripping tight the sickle-blade
Swing to seal your fate
All is lost
No warning to my approach
On your life I will encroach
As the blood pours from your throat
Release your soul
Don't judge me for what I do
Messiah, I'm saving you
Freedom from your tortured shell
Abandon the rest, earthly ######
Come to meet the hangman's noose
Draws you to the gallows, seduced
Death will find you better use
Come to me
Do not be ashamed at your demise
For in your d
A scream. A shrill, blood-curdling cry. His eyes were wide with fear. His heart raced.
The sky had grown a sickening reddish hue. It was full of them now. His feet could barely run fast enough. He wouldn't get away.
Another battle-cry from the winged beast. The Toa turned. Leathery wings. White eyes. Blood-stained talons.
And his last feeling was the searing of claws, dug deep into his chest.
“Upon the first Seal's collapse, winged beasts will come forth from the skies, bring
Fresh morning air has a very distinctive taste. Cool, crisp, and sweet. But on this particular morning, that signature aura was disturbed. On this morning, a bitter, slightly burnt smell rode on the wind, the aroma of smoke and fire. Ashes floated in the sky, barely discernible against a charcoal sky.
The Toa slid his tongue along his his teeth, trying to scrape the horrible taste and grey particles off of his teeth. He clutched the hilt of his blade, it's brown leather grip a warm, soothing
“And so it shall be, in the wake of insurgence, the first Seal shall be broken, and the onset of Armageddon shalt be upon you all.” - Divinations, Chapter XII, verse VI
PM me, so ye shalt be saved!
'Eye of the Animal'
The sound of artillery fills the sky
A flood of nightmares consume my mind
The smell of death, I don't know why
We're still here
Screams and confusion engulf the field
As blood and gore begin to spill
Our only hope, the strength of our will
We must win
When it comes down to you and him
Do you have what it takes to kill?
When another's life lies in your hands
Become the victim to war's demands
The blood will dry
More will die
Don't let their sacrifice go
To kill a man is to crush a dream
To crush a dream, to secure your own
And though foreign blood burns like a sickness
Killing that man will get you home
So thrust the bayonet through his chest
Pray he dies a painless death
He's no better, you're no worse
But only the survivor will come in first
How can you sit there
Wading in your lies?
Does it make you smile
To see them die?
Their blood is on your hands
But you like the look of red
To kill a man, a horrible thought
Cast his
Some new lyric I wrote today, out of boredom. Nothing spectacular. Based on a 19th century short story, called 'Young Goodman Brown'. Leave some feedback.
A darkened forest
Its very limbs wail with greed
And tonight, I've come for an evil deed
A twisted snake
It's eyes so full of hatred
And I'm beginning to regret this decision
Loathful brotherhood of pious souls
Macabre faces, this is not my home
Frozen hearts, away with morality
A bitter congregation with evil Himself
Salem ha
My computer is currently in for repairs, since apparently my anti-virus let a Trojan get through when I was downloading music.
Anyways, I'll be limited with my internet access until next Friday (the 25th).
I'm debating getting Twitter. Being able to share my single-sentence, belligerent, indiscriminately grim rants with the internet is quite enticing. Thoughts?
So, scored my 2500th post last night. Good number, I'd say.
Oh, and the post consisted of my mainstay RPG character, Korruhn, throwing his drunken friend at a bartender.
Simple I am
Simple I go
A few simple luxuries are all I know
(And all I need)
A simple man
I have no home
For all my life I choose to roam
(Down my own road)
The simplest life
Is all I'll take
When everything is hollow and fake
(So full of lies)
A basic life is all I need
But if I could have just one more thing
(chorus [Not at ALL satisfied with it...])
Your face
Mine to
Embrace
I won't let go
I'm haunted by the memory of you
Simple I was
Now I fade
My simple life
Alright, since I deploy to my summer posting on Saturday, I figure'd I'd give you guys an update now, in case I don't get the chance to further down the road.
For all who don't know, I've been selected from my squadron to instruct future military personnel for 7 weeks, teaching, among other things, leadership skills, instructional techniques, and survival skills. I'm being deployed to CFB (Canadian Forces base) Cold Lake, an Air Force base about 5 hours north of here. My leave date is Saturda
BZP role-players, Judges, RPG staff, and whomever may come across it,
I'm here to make one point, and one point only: as of today, I'm retiring from RPG creating. I've been doing this on BZP for going on 5 years now; by far the longest run of any RPG creator I can think of. I've had my share of crushing defeats, and glorious wins in my days doing this, and it was all worth it. The three RPG Contest victories, and dozens upon dozens of CoT RPGs I've made in my days; I don't regret a single one
Bah. Beginning of summer. Absolute chaos. Luckily, things have slowed down enough for me to give a brief recap:
For starters, my summer deployment. For all who don't know, I've been selected from my squadron to instruct future military personnel for 7 weeks, teaching, among other things, leadership skills, instructional techniques, and survival skills. I'm being deployed to CFB (Canadian Forces base) Cold Lake, an Air Force base about 5 hours north of here. My leave date is Saturday, July 4t
...I had a decent weekend getaway over the last few days. Worth every minute of it. I get home, my cancer-stricken, three-legged dog has just died an extremely painful death.
I hope you all had a good weekend, too.
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