An mortis, un meztus ont in Cner, ta cetia de inter, ohn Aiwefäst
(An morrtis, un mestus ont in ner, ta setiya de inter, on Eye-weh-fest)
In the hour of the prelude of times, be the calling
Of the mighty husbandman, behold, he is able to proctect himself
From all lies. This I tell you according to the truth, the west
Is my bed, I came only from the opposite, for, lo, is nothing always
The best. I speak not in order to give the Whiners the opportunity
To please, for not a day shall pass when they shall call me to cease.
O the knowledge of philosophers and Roman governors
Allure me, with the scent of Intelligent´s fragrant cologne
O do look behold, I am to seek pride in possessing a Roman´s
Tone. Alas is the seed of my eyes come, and is in front of all
Standing with a mighty Stand, O such glory that one´s image
Should not be dum.
He who passes by me and scorns me to be still and desire
Affection in that which I know is ill, is nothing more but someone
Who believes in illness who bears with him the burden of life's
Drill. O the blood that keeps me alive, O is the blood of one
Who inherit such history, yea, shall I always cry: Viva!
Behold is my fate faster than that of a cheetah.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
The Hideous Sight III: The Chooser of Fate
Alas it is come! The Possible in the disguise of impossibility!
Fear this, for none shall come and be compatible to your
Incapability!
The Gospel of Fate: The Epic of the Dreamless Man
1 Behold I saw a root from time I knew it was the Truth
My heart came from afar and my soul doth not really
Part, I only received what I never wanted to conceive
2 Alas it came to me at last that fruitful knowledge of
Which I know shall never be past, let no man put asunder
Unto this of which I do plunder.
3 There lies a voice from the Heavens as I walk the valley
Of deadly knowledge, Hear ye, hear ye! The laughter
Of the dreary!
4 Thus I looked beneath the Valley and found the waters
Of Deception, I marveled for to me it was redemption, thus
Said I, Who can walk this sea, of which one who is deceived
Can never see!? and the laughter spoke to me, saying,
Neither man nor beast, but only one, who, in himself is least.
5 As I heard this I teared and jumped.. Thus I shouted,
Come beasts of the air! Ye who crawl in the air with flare
Give me wings, I pray thee, so be it that I sing.
6 And every flying beast inclined, and took me from my back
As I, who seeth every nation, delight..
7 I told the beasts of the air, as I flew without great despair
Of want to touch the earth and without desire to walk thereon,
Bring me never to shore! That I do not encounter that wicked
Lore, let me be forever in delight, as my soul rest in unending
Peace beneath this light..
8 And the beasts of the air warned me, being always in the presence of
The wind shall haunt my mind and soul, if not my goal to walk ashore, thus
I said, O my helpers, do bring me instead to the mysterious Dweller, for once again desire I
To see me as a Whiner.
9 And the beasts brought me down, until the waters thus leaving the air behold
I did not frown. But as the fowls of the air has brought me down, my frown
Became a cloud, for in my mind was I below the ground
10 After which I suddenly awoke, behold destiny before I knew, yea,
Did what I spoke.
Chapter II The Faithless Whiner
1 As I awoke from a dream that I didn't know, was there
The unknown that gave me fear, and I said in curiousity
Who goeth there? If so an answer be, let destiny speak,
Who art thou that seeketh?
2 And this unknown opened the door, it lead me though
To a mystery foretold, thus replied the unknown, It is I, the
Voice of the dreary, here came I to speak unto you, the things
That you must do, O, thou loveless creeping thing, why dost thou listen
To the hateful singing?
3 I laughed and said, Why a laughter such as you, telling me what to do?
And he did hearken and he heared my heart, it was said he, the most
Hated thing anyone knew and from the cause, did my anger spew
And responded with truth, saying, Behold I am without faith, behold
The unwanted traveleth always to my fate!
4 And Laughter scorned, saying, Thou hast one thing amiss and that
Should be thine least. I give you this, if anywhere thine soul wishes to
Go, declare it and it shall be so.
5 And I spoke and said many places to dwell, but one thing was, I never had
Will to be in hell, so as I willed the Dweller to bring
Me there again, so desire I to see the mistress of joyful gain
Chapter III The Mistress called Luna
1 Alas I the Whiner is come cold, never again for any
Sun to behold!
2 But was I in my own in the house of the infamous (As I willed to be here so),
As I reaped after I 've sown, the clean waters preserved, all myself alone was a cry
Heard, saying, Behold this infamous man, curse be unto him and
His mother the witch!
3 And they came and took the reaped and turn the preserved vile
I hearkened unto their hateful voice, and until the night did I no noise.
4 Behold the night relieves as I preserved the trees, a wolf I heard screaming
Oh poor animal truly did I say not deceiving thus I came and cured, O, that wolf please
Be whole!
5 Thus the wolf rewarded me, with a kiss, she flattered me.
6 And this wolf I gave a name, in accordance to her: Luna
For her spirit and so that of the moon are the same.
7 Behold I heared a foot, with a gun, so dreadful! His eyes, for
Heaven's sake met me, and tried to slay me, O destiny, let it not be me!
8 And the wolf ran faster than the air, O, with a bite she did dare..
And the man who tried to slay me, ran in fear of her and me, she came
To me and in my face did she lick me, and told me in a tongue
That I know well, Du hast mich gegen Tod gerettet(You have saved me from death).
Again she licked me, und darum bin ich dein(And therefore I am yours),
she continued, and as a minute passed, her smile did last,
Ich liebe dich bis zum Tod was her last word before her eyes turned, and as also
Her face looked like a corn.
Chapter IV: The goddess of the Evening, the spirit of blight
1 At the strike of the hour's end, the heavens fled from me
As I was led by the wolf, to prevent me from seeing a creep.
2 From the north I did see, a river shone as if it was the morning,
The wolf who led me swam, I came and looked, alas, curiousity
Gave a damn for when the wolf arose from the waters, she looked
Like a goddess, O, behold a compliment flatters!
3 Not one dirty thing came in mind, a question was asked why such
Statement was spoken, for one thing, this goddess had not cover, one
Thing came only in my mind, "God bless me, when this woman shall
Become my lover."
4 As I stood there in my marvel, I looked and gathered so many a cover,
In my mind I was given a decision in what to choose, so as my hands were
Playing the pain-liberator, the woman spoke in the 12th hour's latter, "Are you
Come to have me wear a cover? Behold I am come, to bless all your crops
And to have you from the oppressions of thine men delievered.. "
--It shall be continued--
Fear this, for none shall come and be compatible to your
Incapability!
The Gospel of Fate: The Epic of the Dreamless Man
1 Behold I saw a root from time I knew it was the Truth
My heart came from afar and my soul doth not really
Part, I only received what I never wanted to conceive
2 Alas it came to me at last that fruitful knowledge of
Which I know shall never be past, let no man put asunder
Unto this of which I do plunder.
3 There lies a voice from the Heavens as I walk the valley
Of deadly knowledge, Hear ye, hear ye! The laughter
Of the dreary!
4 Thus I looked beneath the Valley and found the waters
Of Deception, I marveled for to me it was redemption, thus
Said I, Who can walk this sea, of which one who is deceived
Can never see!? and the laughter spoke to me, saying,
Neither man nor beast, but only one, who, in himself is least.
5 As I heard this I teared and jumped.. Thus I shouted,
Come beasts of the air! Ye who crawl in the air with flare
Give me wings, I pray thee, so be it that I sing.
6 And every flying beast inclined, and took me from my back
As I, who seeth every nation, delight..
7 I told the beasts of the air, as I flew without great despair
Of want to touch the earth and without desire to walk thereon,
Bring me never to shore! That I do not encounter that wicked
Lore, let me be forever in delight, as my soul rest in unending
Peace beneath this light..
8 And the beasts of the air warned me, being always in the presence of
The wind shall haunt my mind and soul, if not my goal to walk ashore, thus
I said, O my helpers, do bring me instead to the mysterious Dweller, for once again desire I
To see me as a Whiner.
9 And the beasts brought me down, until the waters thus leaving the air behold
I did not frown. But as the fowls of the air has brought me down, my frown
Became a cloud, for in my mind was I below the ground
10 After which I suddenly awoke, behold destiny before I knew, yea,
Did what I spoke.
Chapter II The Faithless Whiner
1 As I awoke from a dream that I didn't know, was there
The unknown that gave me fear, and I said in curiousity
Who goeth there? If so an answer be, let destiny speak,
Who art thou that seeketh?
2 And this unknown opened the door, it lead me though
To a mystery foretold, thus replied the unknown, It is I, the
Voice of the dreary, here came I to speak unto you, the things
That you must do, O, thou loveless creeping thing, why dost thou listen
To the hateful singing?
3 I laughed and said, Why a laughter such as you, telling me what to do?
And he did hearken and he heared my heart, it was said he, the most
Hated thing anyone knew and from the cause, did my anger spew
And responded with truth, saying, Behold I am without faith, behold
The unwanted traveleth always to my fate!
4 And Laughter scorned, saying, Thou hast one thing amiss and that
Should be thine least. I give you this, if anywhere thine soul wishes to
Go, declare it and it shall be so.
5 And I spoke and said many places to dwell, but one thing was, I never had
Will to be in hell, so as I willed the Dweller to bring
Me there again, so desire I to see the mistress of joyful gain
Chapter III The Mistress called Luna
1 Alas I the Whiner is come cold, never again for any
Sun to behold!
2 But was I in my own in the house of the infamous (As I willed to be here so),
As I reaped after I 've sown, the clean waters preserved, all myself alone was a cry
Heard, saying, Behold this infamous man, curse be unto him and
His mother the witch!
3 And they came and took the reaped and turn the preserved vile
I hearkened unto their hateful voice, and until the night did I no noise.
4 Behold the night relieves as I preserved the trees, a wolf I heard screaming
Oh poor animal truly did I say not deceiving thus I came and cured, O, that wolf please
Be whole!
5 Thus the wolf rewarded me, with a kiss, she flattered me.
6 And this wolf I gave a name, in accordance to her: Luna
For her spirit and so that of the moon are the same.
7 Behold I heared a foot, with a gun, so dreadful! His eyes, for
Heaven's sake met me, and tried to slay me, O destiny, let it not be me!
8 And the wolf ran faster than the air, O, with a bite she did dare..
And the man who tried to slay me, ran in fear of her and me, she came
To me and in my face did she lick me, and told me in a tongue
That I know well, Du hast mich gegen Tod gerettet(You have saved me from death).
Again she licked me, und darum bin ich dein(And therefore I am yours),
she continued, and as a minute passed, her smile did last,
Ich liebe dich bis zum Tod was her last word before her eyes turned, and as also
Her face looked like a corn.
Chapter IV: The goddess of the Evening, the spirit of blight
1 At the strike of the hour's end, the heavens fled from me
As I was led by the wolf, to prevent me from seeing a creep.
2 From the north I did see, a river shone as if it was the morning,
The wolf who led me swam, I came and looked, alas, curiousity
Gave a damn for when the wolf arose from the waters, she looked
Like a goddess, O, behold a compliment flatters!
3 Not one dirty thing came in mind, a question was asked why such
Statement was spoken, for one thing, this goddess had not cover, one
Thing came only in my mind, "God bless me, when this woman shall
Become my lover."
4 As I stood there in my marvel, I looked and gathered so many a cover,
In my mind I was given a decision in what to choose, so as my hands were
Playing the pain-liberator, the woman spoke in the 12th hour's latter, "Are you
Come to have me wear a cover? Behold I am come, to bless all your crops
And to have you from the oppressions of thine men delievered.. "
--It shall be continued--
Thursday, May 12, 2011
The Hideous Sight II: My soul's unclean clothing
Of self unsatisfaction and fear and absolute horror
Of all that is right and righteous
Why do you do a thing in order to delay, we choose
Who can save those, I shout, from those who do
Not cleave to their eye's pupil, let no man be deceived
Of one's pencil.
Behold, I took the chance for him, I told
I have no one to praise my fold, truly cold
My voice is like a weapon, when fired, look
I say, all things are destroyed.. Not one appreciation
Employed, but a wish for my death enthroned.
When alone and cold, there is no support and
When deceived and in need, not one relieves
All my previous sightings are enough to be
Yet all men state still, that I must be... If only ever
They knew how to be me.
Alas, a clean sighting is burned! The planet has turned a fold,
My father left my household in the second year of my birth
So therefore behold! Let my name be forsaken, if that be
The case and my corpse lie in darkness, if ever my soul seeks
Deaths.. Why is a horrible thing done to me, all the things
I seeked, not one came to be.
Alas, all men are better than me! All I wanted they have beneath..
One expression I held, did they spat on, so grievious.. Where is
Salvation in the perlious? Each tear that my eyes drop, is meaningless
To those who saw not my drought, lo, no one has. Not even the angels
Who through me passed.
Alas, it is so easy to describe me, let alone those who derived from me
Weak who always seeks, Incompetent who doth 'pretend', Racist a judgment
From many a judgmentalist, Untalented from many who maintained their beauty
A monster from he who seeks my so-called good 'deity' a devil, from those
Who continues to seek my 'natural' evil.
"Oh wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from this body of death?! " - Paul s' Apostolie
"If God is merciful, then at death I would be renewed but if I wake up in the grave of Fecnaec, then it is better than I never existed at all." - Carl s'ormä (Carl the former)
Of all that is right and righteous
Why do you do a thing in order to delay, we choose
Who can save those, I shout, from those who do
Not cleave to their eye's pupil, let no man be deceived
Of one's pencil.
Behold, I took the chance for him, I told
I have no one to praise my fold, truly cold
My voice is like a weapon, when fired, look
I say, all things are destroyed.. Not one appreciation
Employed, but a wish for my death enthroned.
When alone and cold, there is no support and
When deceived and in need, not one relieves
All my previous sightings are enough to be
Yet all men state still, that I must be... If only ever
They knew how to be me.
Alas, a clean sighting is burned! The planet has turned a fold,
My father left my household in the second year of my birth
So therefore behold! Let my name be forsaken, if that be
The case and my corpse lie in darkness, if ever my soul seeks
Deaths.. Why is a horrible thing done to me, all the things
I seeked, not one came to be.
Alas, all men are better than me! All I wanted they have beneath..
One expression I held, did they spat on, so grievious.. Where is
Salvation in the perlious? Each tear that my eyes drop, is meaningless
To those who saw not my drought, lo, no one has. Not even the angels
Who through me passed.
Alas, it is so easy to describe me, let alone those who derived from me
Weak who always seeks, Incompetent who doth 'pretend', Racist a judgment
From many a judgmentalist, Untalented from many who maintained their beauty
A monster from he who seeks my so-called good 'deity' a devil, from those
Who continues to seek my 'natural' evil.
"Oh wretched man that I am! Who shall deliver me from this body of death?! " - Paul s' Apostolie
"If God is merciful, then at death I would be renewed but if I wake up in the grave of Fecnaec, then it is better than I never existed at all." - Carl s'ormä (Carl the former)
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The Hideous Sight: Na' lera nug
The Making of a Hideous Sighting
My heart doth not quench
The Illusion of the deep
May it be no more, as what I can clean
From the hideous stench.
The Normality is gone
And the delay is done
In prayer do I only conceive
The secrets of my unwavering deceits
O Wake me, O, Lord from this nightmare
Who can help me overcome, the debt
Of my dream's fare? Lo, Better is
The Paper than me who does not care.
O my heart, stop pushing me
Cease fooling the unknown seed, and
Continue not, the pathetic
Sighting!
Let it be no more, as the paper
Do soar as the place of my
Person mourn! O the pain of
Self unsatisfaction is unending!
The conflicts are confusing
The bus of my dreams are dying
For all I know, the paper who scorns
Me to be, is low.
Understand the mystery, I do mourn
For the fact is always taken to what
I do not adore. O ye paper, have domination
Against the door!
My heart doth not quench
The Illusion of the deep
May it be no more, as what I can clean
From the hideous stench.
The Normality is gone
And the delay is done
In prayer do I only conceive
The secrets of my unwavering deceits
O Wake me, O, Lord from this nightmare
Who can help me overcome, the debt
Of my dream's fare? Lo, Better is
The Paper than me who does not care.
O my heart, stop pushing me
Cease fooling the unknown seed, and
Continue not, the pathetic
Sighting!
Let it be no more, as the paper
Do soar as the place of my
Person mourn! O the pain of
Self unsatisfaction is unending!
The conflicts are confusing
The bus of my dreams are dying
For all I know, the paper who scorns
Me to be, is low.
Understand the mystery, I do mourn
For the fact is always taken to what
I do not adore. O ye paper, have domination
Against the door!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
God is being unfair
Stolen Childhood: The Passitivity of an unanswered Wish
God's being selfish to me
He did do a lot of things
Thank God am no longer
A Satanist, or else would my soul lie to me
Why is this then unfair to be? For he has taken everything from me.
The point of living a life
Is all pointless, not once have I awoken
With a smile, saying, Thank God, I am alive.
A time of peace and love and cuddliness has been delievered from me
I prayed the Lord's Prayer but specifically did I pray,
God, deliever me from evil. Deliver me from evil
Yet he delievered me from the wrong sickle.
The Point of living a life
Is all pointless, without having one awoken
With a smile, saying, I'm glad that I'm a child.
Look! Religion took and politics drooled
Please stay out of my teenage life!
Now I regret everything about goodly delights
For not appreciation did me protection from fights.
The Point of living a life
Is all pointless, with having one awoken
With a frown, saying, "Mother, prepare my suit! For I am going to work!"
Yet none ever took a stop and turned a fold, saying, "I thank you for all you do."
God, please! Do not disease, when an opportunity is come, please do not dismiss me! When an opportunity is come, to get out of it all and leave for a month of delightful gifts, please do not release, your wanting will.
God's being selfish to me
He did do a lot of things
Thank God am no longer
A Satanist, or else would my soul lie to me
Why is this then unfair to be? For he has taken everything from me.
The point of living a life
Is all pointless, not once have I awoken
With a smile, saying, Thank God, I am alive.
A time of peace and love and cuddliness has been delievered from me
I prayed the Lord's Prayer but specifically did I pray,
God, deliever me from evil. Deliver me from evil
Yet he delievered me from the wrong sickle.
The Point of living a life
Is all pointless, without having one awoken
With a smile, saying, I'm glad that I'm a child.
Look! Religion took and politics drooled
Please stay out of my teenage life!
Now I regret everything about goodly delights
For not appreciation did me protection from fights.
The Point of living a life
Is all pointless, with having one awoken
With a frown, saying, "Mother, prepare my suit! For I am going to work!"
Yet none ever took a stop and turned a fold, saying, "I thank you for all you do."
God, please! Do not disease, when an opportunity is come, please do not dismiss me! When an opportunity is come, to get out of it all and leave for a month of delightful gifts, please do not release, your wanting will.
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