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[Dec. 7th, 2008|11:16 pm] |
So, I'm back. Awesome, right? 'Least that means no more politics.
Oh, wait. Thank you, Ma. The subtlty of your points knows no bounds.
What'd I miss? |
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[Nov. 30th, 2008|02:31 pm] |
Tarah Shel Elohim One who is banished of God This shall I be known as The Functionary, resigned
No more a servant But mortal No more Divine but wretched |
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[Nov. 18th, 2008|06:04 pm] |
In these, the dying hours of one man's reign When darkness sweeps the world in night and day, Success no longer able to be feigned, Survival now the issue of the fray. From furthest dream has his successor come To try his hand at beating sorrow back With chants that sound as loud as beating drums And thoughts that turn few hearts still cold and black. Yet still he soldiers on to meet the light: Hope, infused throughout the world and nation To warm away last traces of old fright, Perhaps a chance to salvage least creation. |
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[Sep. 27th, 2008|12:35 am] |
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Ahh, that's better. A month of skeeball and porn really gives a deity a fresh look at things, you know?
So who missed me? And who can I smite? I had some reeeeeally long naps for awhile there. |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|12:22 pm] |
Hark, ungrateful, unworthy citizens of this failing experiment of Life for time of judgment is nigh approaching yet blindly still you destroy God's Own Work refusing to take fault for thine action
Before me do I see the wreckage strewn tattered remnants of those to be martyred sacrificed to quell growing Divine Wrath not accepting futility as truth not repenting sins immeasurable
As the time of hopeless tradition comes change, the elusive prayer of many remember it so truly matters not for your time here is fast coming to end Least Creation will return to nothing.
All shall be as it was in Time Before. |
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[Sep. 16th, 2008|09:18 am] |
Eternal torture, pain, and woe Upon the soul of he who did create This wretched task of Broadcast News.
For many storms I have wrought Far worse in memory than this Yet here must I stand, waiting Forced to speak to thee.
My Brother's task, now mine Insulting, indignant, ironic Never less amused have I been. |
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[Sep. 14th, 2008|12:06 am] |
From forth the empty Space Between Have I been dragged into Hell Least Creation, my mantle now Exile, not punishment enough. |
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