Prelude of a Monster“Watch them hang, watch them burn. For Satan is which they yearn. See them rock, see them sway. They deserve it anyway. Hear them scream, hear them yell. Their spirits will go to Hell.” Her soft singing was stopped abruptly as her mother slapped her across the face. She looked up and, seeing the woman’s anguish, averted her gaze.Prelude of a Monster
The pretty face of her mother looked strangely aged and strands of her brown hair had fallen out of its clasp. This was odd in itself, almost scary to the young girl. “Mama?” Her mother was sobbing softly, but openly, as she yelled. “Child, what is the matter with you?”
For Whom It ConcernsI've always hated the way that people treat each other.For Whom It Concerns
The snide comment, the stares, the taunting, slammed together with the passionate kissing, the touching, the closeness; I think everyone got those skills up to par in high school. Drama begets drama and it only creates a tragedy. Kids do stupid things, and I do too. But I'm only twenty-four, I have a lot of growing up to do. As you could guess, I'm not exceedingly mature or self sufficient, but I don't have to be, I'm a rock god.
And, as I light my morning cigarette, I inhale deeply, my internal self sighs in relief. Nicotine headaches are a real bitch, and oh d
The Mythology of MetalDISCLAIMER: If you're "emo" or have emo friends, or disagree with what i place up here take no offense. it's all in good fun.The Mythology of Metal
The Pantheon
Ozzy Osbourne - First god of metal Rob Halford - He is, THE METAL GOD!!! He resurected metal after it was betrayed by the four prophets.
Bruce Dickinson - God of light and arts and heir to the thrown of metal. His powers match that of the metal god himself Eddie the Head - Minion of Bruce Dickinson Vic Rattlehead - the god of war Danzig - God of Hardcore, a distant cousin to metal. He is known as the bridge between metal and punk, for he is well known in b
Opera for the deafAn opera for the deaf, a theatre for the blind, be silent and pay attention to the grieving of my mind...Opera for the deaf
Welcome to my theatre where you can be the star... Stretching rows of vacant seats, snapped- attached, combined -dismantled, filled by thought but emptied by silence.
Red seating, velvet seating -blushing or bleeding? May i dance beside thee? Oh gently pull my strings,
untangle the knots and stitch up the seams. Carve your promises into my heart Never abandon me. And we dance amongst strangers that walk with a limp, with a mask to hide their faces they all fall silent. Beauty beneat
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Diversity Without Division
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