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Look at this perfect puppets,
Their perfect masks,
Their perfect body,
Their perfect feelings,
Their perfect life,
Everything is broken!
Look at this broken puppets,
Their broken masks,
Their broken body,
Their broken feelings,
Their broken life,
Everything is perfect!
RipHearken not to the words
Of the beauteous, ungodly saint,
Or linger like a swimmer
In coagulating paint.
Sharpest nails scrape the night.
Perfect cuticles in your day dreams.
Has all been lost?
There are many things that may be found,
Like insects, wormlings
But that sound...
It infiltrates the sodden ground
To penetrate the coffin bound.
The saint sings on,
Drowning out Nirvana.
yet so ungodly.
Tinkling notes can fill my soul,
but won’t touch it
Have no illusions
- What you cannot attain
Never truly leaves.
Our RealmAs far as I am aware of
And to the extent of my limited understanding
It is human nature to want to be right at all times
If this can be applied to all people
We can assume that from humanity arises two frames of mind
They are as follows:
Those that change their views to reflect their surroundings
Those that alter their surroundings to reflect their views
As far as I am aware of
And to the extent of my limited understanding
We live in a fragile realm that abides by its own rules
We who live in this realm are forever subject to these rules
Breaking these rules seems to be a futile effort
Ignoring these rules seems to lead to certain peril
Welcome HomeWelcome home
Breath laced with dust of sales,
Turn up the thermostat
We know it’s safe no matter what they say.
Those who digress: for money –
Our attack, defense –
It’s different, what we do –
Fix all we lack
with money, cash and power
or clear the way for others
Here we are and here we will remain
as the image fills the frame
Script and scene, to entertain –
lobotomized for scripted speech:
Honored, glamorized are each
Here we are, with poison speak
Starts to creak on axis.
BlindedSome say that stars rise, but
Lucifer was a morning star,
And he fell, as we all know;
Fell and fell til he hit
The ground, dazed and numb,
Swallowing his raging words.
He now rises to the dais, nervous
Worried, questioning, doubting
What he is about to do,
Rightfully so. We will learn
To hate him for this day.
His words thunder like a
Teautonic nightmare, viking
Storms, raging across the world.
He sees himself as a god, an
Aryan dream, but light - be it
Good or bad, is not darkness,
And so light will crowd out all
Else, burning, blinding, scalding.
And this is the legacy he left us
Left us hated for what he
Forced us to do, they cry, bu
E. I'm Mad as Hell and I'm Not Going to Take it AnThe entertained are weak minded. I'm starting to think maybe we're addicted to entertainment. Feeling sad and low? Hard day at work? A little stressed? - First thing we collectively do is find the
couch and turn on the TV.
No doubt, a marvelous piece of equipment... but there's a screaming child inside of you that wants to stay up late, want to see just five more minutes....! Inject me right here, gimme five minutes
Ooooooh, I lay down, mind somewhere else, time passing by, doing laps around me like I'm stoned stupid. E, it's so damn good, it'll make you stupid..
It'll make you stupid for hours, it'll make you stupid for a lifetime
Blinded By FaithBlinded By Faith
At the dawn of man
He questioned his world
How did he come to be?
Mythology grew at a pace
Ritual becomes a method of control
Men of power use it to force their will
Blinded by faith
You justify the hate
Religion fuelling bloodshed
In a holy war
It’s God v God
But only man will lose
Huddled over scriptures
The holy man spreads the lies
In those sacred halls
Common sense fears to tread
People flock to hear the word
Leave your brain at the door
As science fills in the puzzle
Of how it all began
You fear you’ll lose your grip
When we have no need for God
So you brainwash your children
That to question faith is w
All die kleinen Tode...All die kleinen Tode, die wir sterben, für die es keine Gräber gibt.
Das Trauertragen abgeschafft.
Zelebrieren wir das Stanzen nach neuen Schablonen.
Einzigartigkeit als Makulatur.
für die Brennöfen der Drehbuchautoren einer feinen Welt.
Kaum, dass wir sehen lernen,
fressen sich alltagstaugliche Masken in unsere Gesichter
bis wir verschmelzen-
Wenn wir lange genug in den Spiegel starren glauben wir es sogar.
Wir brauchen keine Zukunftsvisionen
wir produzieren bereits Maschinen
Ich renne, denn ich bin ausrangiert
der letzte Trauergast
der Tränen kennt
center of wrong
of the singular
+ skin around
and in them
the internal distortion
of etched images
Human CostsCells we divide now divide our masses
One becomes two, God help us.
Don't you dare question what
Science has deemed is good for us -
Things never were this complicated before.
The human costs of cloning, they claim,
Are morally repellant. Slogans yelled,
Placards raised against a nameless enemy
One we will never fully understand, nor
Hope to, they clam. Pitiful. Shameful.
Absorb our eyes, skin, the feel
Of rain, sensations, broken, absurd.
We comment, socially, societally, upon
The biology of our technology, but never
Do we consider what we ourselves say.
Lost upon our nameless sea of guilt,
Pentagrams repeated 'cross our skies, burned
WeltenspielerWer verstehen will muss sich das Menschsein einverleiben.
Ein Abendmahl auf sterbender Muttererde
Aus Schläuchen trinke ich euer Blut, gierig aus den Herzkammern wie Schatzkammern
Mit Zähnen reiße ich das Fleisch heraus
Und knabbere an morschen Knochen wie an DNA-Strängen
Und ihr glaubt ihr hättet euch domestiziert-
Ich bin das Tier
Und schön bin ich dann,
dass ich reihenweise Herzen breche und lache
dass ich an Herrscherpulten goldene Lügen auswerfe
dass ich die Erde mit Kapitalismus tränke
ich bin der Weltenspieler
Running with wolves.I run with novelty wolves
rainbow pelts and ravage intentions
hindsight is Mad dog 20/20
So keep your firefly eyes off of me
Hiding in cupboards, Playing in interstate jungles
We'll emerge to catch our victims
Savage in the moonlight, killers
puppets in the daylight, toys
Everywhere I look mirrors fogs
with ash and bubbling fire
if you think we're loners, fighters
than shit you've got it wrong
We are Wolves! Carnivores!
partying at gas stations.
Coconut tobacco scarred knees
Head full of smoke, resin trees
Tonight will carry such a lovely jamboree
quick as rain on rubbertarp roofing
At dusk amid the drunken scene
A new wolf would lead.
The Battle We FaceToday, there is a battle which we must inevitably face.
Unite and assemble, to fight the mighty foe!
Verily, we fight against form and thought.
We cannot desert our posts, we must be vigilant.
Xenophobia, Lies, and Hate are the foes, against whom we must fend.
Yes, it will be difficult, but if we endure,
Zion will rise, and all will be healed.
Are they so different?Twisted individuals
Burning up the world,
Consumed with a rage filled with darkness
Trying to make a better place
Struggles every day being different, shines in a light so bright
Are they alike?
Is there something in common?
They're both outcasts
Except one is more kind
The other is unknown
Both sad little children
One more than the other
But one makes more of a statement, a spectacle, a show
Both trying to get by in this world corrupted
Is it their fault when one crosses a line?
The one keeping it hidden
The other being open
Both actions ruining people's lives
One for selfish gain
The other for relie
Now, dear children, pay attentionNow, dear children, pay attention:
Monsters and Daemons rule the world!
Their names are Society and Conformity.
They slice your heart with their rules.
They drink your blood, your tears!
They love to kill your personality!
They inject poison in your veins
through their bitch: TeleVison!
Now, dear children, pay attention:
They want you to be polite!
They want you to be trendy!
They want you to be beautiful!
They want you to follow their (crazy) rules!
They want you to act normal!
But what normality is?
And what do you really want?
Now, dear children, pay attention:
I am the the Artist,
and I have a gift for you:
Use it to destroy your Monsters!
Use it to destroy your Daemons!
Use it to be yourselves!
Use it to be free!!!
Reach for the sky
And pierce the heavens,
It's a tired lie
When they say we can
Never dream big.
This is our home,
Made by our own hands,
Where our souls roam
Across these gray lands
That never end.
That grunt, roar, and scream;
Suits, never stop moving
If death lived here,
Then there would be no
One else; yet fear
exists like disease
without a cure.
The ones who talk
Walk the path of bent
Truth; they just squawk,
Life is a game
Built for thinking men
Who, for a name,
Would risk everything,
Even their souls.
BailoutThis work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series.
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