User:St.Jimmy666

R.I.P my sister Oni

''What lies in the abyss? Nothing, it is what is here that counts.''

Time and time again, the sky is blue. And yet it's strange how people seem to always fall in love An unfamiliar yellow dog keeps grinning as it tears us from the ones we love Because the dead, Because death, Because the dead shine all night long I want to die as beautifully as Joan of Arc inside a Bresson film Lesson one, apply the shaving cream, And smile as you then slowly slice away the heart Because the dead, Because death, Because the dead shine all night long Feel the warmth of the spring rain as it gently moistens down a cheek that's streaked with dried up tears A guileless boy but five years old stares blankly in the face of death while the heart is cut and torn away Because the dead, Because death, Because the dead shine all night long -Rolly "Suicide Kiss"-

I am a HUGE fan of underground or dark music(some mainstream artists too). I have been a member of the Manson online community on and off for 6 years now and have been a Manson fan for 7 of the 19 years of my life. I am also responsible for the leak of the Antichrist Superstar music video thanks to the bragging of Nick Kushner of the Nachtkabarett.

'Although I think machines, no matter how fast or how smart that they become, they'll finally realize that you can't duplicate the human soul.' The following are lyrics to the Combichrist song God Bless

God bless: Jeffrey Dahmer, Theodore Kaczynski, Richard Ramirez, Robert Berdella, David Berkovitz, Albert DeSavo, Joseph Briggen, Timothy McVeigh, Gary Leon Ridgway, Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka

Ted Bundy, Edmund Kemper, Kenneth Bianchi and Angelo Buono, Herman Drenth, Albert Fish, Andrew Cunanan, Robert Yates, John Wayne Gacy, Aileen Wuornos, Charlie Starkweather, Caril Fugate, David Koresh, Marshall Applewise, Robert Hansen, Herbert Mullin, Edward Gein, Caroll Cole, Richard Cottingham, Joseph Franklin, Charles Manson, Harvey Carignan

God bless, God bless God bless, God bless God bless, God bless

I made this goddamn template.

The below is material from the poet Saul Williams. http://www.inspire.net/ http://benkharakh.com/saul_williams

the greatest Americans have not been born yet they are waiting patiently for the past to die please give blood those crumbled tablets were to share a story with a burning Bush where is that voice from nowhere to remind us that the holy ground we walk on, purified by native blood has rooted trees whose fallen leaves now colour code a sacred list of demands? who among us can give translation of autumn's hues to morning news? the anchor man thrown overboard has simply rooted us in history's repeating cycle a nation in its Saturn years that won't acknowledge karma where is that voice from nowhere, the ones your prophets spoke of? there are voices from fear disconnected from their diaphragms dangling from coffee covered teeth that spill into our laps and scorch our privates there are voices from the sides of necks some already noosed dangling participles pronouns running for sentence serving life in corner offices and ghetto corners their voices are the same: dead to themselves numb to the possibility of truth existing beyond that which can be palmed into your hand, period. there are voices of elders which seem to do no more than damn us to our childish ways for in many households wisdom no longer comes with age so where is that voice from nowhere? that burning bush? that passing dove? for i hear generals calling for ammunition presidents calling for arms and women calling for help where is that voice from nowhere? that god of abraham? can he be heard over the gunfire the wizz of passing missiles the crash of buildings the cries of children the crack of bones the shriek of sirens or is that his mighty voice? your angry god craving the sacrifice of generation's sons degenerate your holy books written in red ink on burning sands your prayers between rounds do no more than fasten the fate of your children to the hammered truth of your trigger a truth that mushrooms it's darkened cloud over the rest of us so that we too bear witness to the short lived fate of a civilization that worships a male god your weapons are phallic all of them that dummie that sits on your lap is no longer a worthwhile spectacle his shrunken pale face leaves little room for imagination we have spotted your moving lips and have pinned the voice to it's proper source it is a source of madness a source of hunger for power a source of weakness a source of evil we have exited your coliseum and are encircling your box office demanding our families back our cultures back our rituals back our gods back so that we may return them to their proper source the source of life the source of creation our mother's womb the great goddess we will cut through the barbed wire hangers and chastity belts we will climb in and incubate our spirits through the winter we will wait through the degenerate course of your repeated history we will wait for the past to die -Bloodletting by Saul Williams

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