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obey the God that brought you here
hold no responsibility
repent, praise the name, rejoice
all in the name of a son
obey the Lord that bought your soul
you signed the contract to work
to earn the right to survive
only to service your Masters

you will obey your Masters
that's why God has brought you here
you'll be a good little slave
and do what you ought to do

(give money to your God)
you must say as we say
(give money to your Lord)
do as you're told
(give glory to your God)
pray as we pray
(give glory to your Lord)
your soul bought and sold

father shows his love to you
while restricting who you really are
big brother watches out for you
tracking your movement from afar
father loves you they say in that book
you must do as he says not as he does
big brother protects you from yourself
you must listen to them both just because

you will obey your Masters
that's why God has brought you here
you'll be a good little slave
and do what you ought to do

do what you ought to do
because God brought you here
do what you're bought to do
because you sold your soul
for the American Dream
in the land of the sheep
too blind to see one's own mind
the world is half asleep
hypnotized by hypocrites
mislead by the Shepard's words
monarchical domination
crimson hands leading the herds
one hand: money on a stick
the other: a gun to our head
lure us into endless circles
we have become the walking dead
now we want the money
now we want the power
we hunger to be on top
to be the ones who devour
the pyramid's eye corrupts
no matter what good intention
the cycle starts over again
with no certain circumvention

obey your masters
(give money to your God)
you must say as we say
(give money to your Lord)
do as you're told
(give glory to your God)
pray as we pray
(give glory to your Lord)
your soul bought and sold
Fighting Oughtism
Oughtism was a joke term used by some people in the anarchy group i am subscribed to, it implies people or persons who do what they "ought" to do, or are people or persons that tell other people what "ought" to do.  i noticed that a lot of people view morality as a subjective thing, and so by making rules based on moral values, you are making rules based on bias, and not fact, and the only alleged facts people claim to hold is held within ancient writings by other humans who have been dead for hundreds or even thousands of years, so their ideals and morals couldn't possibly 100% represent how life is right now, nor could they be right imposing their own bias of wrong and right.

this lyric here is supposed to be semi-sarcastic, pointing out the extremes in society and religion, how many people live for the sake of a higher power, people living for the glory of an invisible being named God, people dumping their human responsibilities for the sake of belief, soldiers killing children and excusing themselves because "my superior officer told me to kill those children, i am innocent!", or people selling golden tickets to heaven for 100 dollars a piece (because some people will actually believe that will work? lol; true story btw).

i also get into the endless cycle of control and desire to control, we always feels like we want more, few people can be content just doing nothing or being at their same level of life for long periods of time, this is why ambitious people rise up, and they end up either governing our lives, or pay people with their wealth to govern us for them, and it gets so tempting that many of us find ourselves wanting to be in that seat, some with better intentions than others, but truth is, it's very hard to be perfect and one with yourself while you're playing with politics.

the very basis of war and politics is hypocrisy and deception, very few can make it out of either without being damaged in some way or another, whether physically, mentally, or even emotionally.  but we accept all of the atrocities in life as normal, we are sheep, we are complacent, we follow the rules, and those who don't follow the rules, get punished by the Lords who own our souls, we are numbered, we are statistics.

someday i hope the cycle will be broken, but hoping does nothing by itself, and i admit to being too weak and jaded to push a revolution.
a moment within your gaze
warms me like the sun's rays
but just as i enter euphoria
reality attacks from the shadows

only a second i am pacified
afterwards i feel like i've died
only to be brought back again
to endure this insidious plot

chain me to the hardest rock
tearing me apart limb from limb
dying inside over and over
suffering a fate so grim

i have seen better days
your light slowly decays
the warmth i felt lingers
but only exists to taunt me

drown me in the deepest sea
let me find peace with the fishes
crush me and leave me rusted
along with all of my wishes

classic case of looks that kill
killing me without even trying
i won't let you witness my pain
you'll never know how much i'm dying

i wish you could be mine
but my fate is set in stone
i'm left to pine and whine
and be forever alone
Languishing By Louvste
there was supposed to be question marks in the title but dA is weird about that O.o
the title is supposed to be a bit dramatic (it's the words love and lust put inside of each other), i just couldn't think of a better name, i know that what i've been struggling with isn't real love, it's more of a strange sense of lust and jealousy in some ways.  have you ever met someone that makes you smile just by their smile, but deep down knowing you can never have them or even date them?  :(
he was a liar and a thief
a liar and a thief

your last lie
was that you would overcome
the obstacles through thick and thin
you wanted to excel and win
if one is weak then it becomes stronger
for some perhaps it just takes longer
but you turned your back on that path
running towards the gates of oblivion

a liar and a thief

the last thing you stole
was the keys to the exit
as you ran to the otherworld
passing the barrier of life
without even looking back
at the damage you would cause
now everything is lost
you ran through the gates of oblivion

he was a liar and a thief
he said strength was his belief
the war machine crafted for him
was not enough to conquer
he was a liar and a thief
desperately seeking relief
he did what he wilt
but his star shone bleak
he was a liar and a thief
to escape his own grief
he ran off the path of true will
to meet his fate in oblivion
he was a liar and a thief
his time here with us was brief
now all we have left is dead weight
he crossed through oblivion's gate

he is gone.
Sometimes The Brightest Stars Burn Out Fastest
this is a long overdue write, dedicated to my nephew LCpl Jeremiah Giggles Collins, who had committed suicide oct 5th in 2013.  it was a big shock to me, considering how much he would berate me and say that i was weak, and he was strong, and that the weak must become strong, blah blah blah, he was a Thelemite.  he was into Egyptian mythology to a certain degree and looked up to Aleister Crowley.  he was a fun person, when he was not lying, stealing, or just being an asshole in general, and it was mostly just to me he was an asshole too  :p  but i still miss him, he was cool, and he touched many lives and had many good friends.


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time to revamp my bio again...

i'm big into music, i try to write lyrics from time to time, i keep my collection of which on this site. i play guitar and have been trying to compose music to go with my many lyrics, but my lyrics greatly outnumber my compositions. i'm mostly into subgenres of rock, metal, and punk, but i find i can like at least one band from almost any style. i'm not on this site very often anymore, but i still come on once in a while for different reasons, like posting something new, or looking for cool art or cosplay. that's about it i suppose.

Journal History

the only things that inspire me to write are either satires of things, or my unending misery or moments of impulsive anger, and with this in mind, i feel like i lost the will to even writing anymore, i'm a broken record, and hell, i've even used that as a theme for my writing as well, so what's left?  when i am a person with no new progress in life to write poems or lyrics about, and i don't feel fueled to write about extroverted topics...

i mean, i could write everyday of how i'm a human waste, that i'm a leech on society and my friends and family, that i'm lazy and lack drive and seems like i'm only existing because i don't want to not exist, otherwise i have no point in living really, but due to stubbornness, i continue each day out in habit...

my fantasies of being a renown musician is pretty much as much of a struggling idea as a turtle wanting to be an olympic runner, it's been almost a decade since i owned a guitar, and i only composed one instrumental track, and i only have a handful of other riffs figured out, and plus i've written so many lyrics impulsively about specific situations, i can't even stand looking at most of them anymore, they are mere staples of a period of time for me, i can't use them for music...

this is all very difficult, and above all things, my past delusions of "soul-mates" pretty much died a couple years ago, even so, i feel that emptiness is still there, i hate seeing other couples, i try to be happy for them, but my deep hidden envy hates it, it's selfish, but i can't help this feeling, and yet, as much as i hate seeing it, i have to see it, i have to see others happy, i have to see those couples do well, i become vicarious, so as much as i am jealous or envious, i know that they deserve the love they share, and i will just be an empty shell trying to enjoy something i'll never have, through the souls of others...

~sigh~ i miss having creativity, i was a Dungeon Master/Game Master for a Pathfinder campaign i improvised off of Rhapsody Of Fire's Enchanted Lands, but that all went to hell when one of my players got caught smoking weed by his parents, which the blame was wrongfully put on my other friend who is a co-DM for me who was planning on starting his campaign soon, but now they are not allowed to be around each other anymore  -.-

all the creativity i expressed in my campaign is now left for waste, we don't want to play without the one dude, and plus, i've been trying to co-DM his campaign, so this really kicks me hard...
  • Mood: Depressed
  • Listening to: Dragonforce - Scars of Yesterday
  • Playing: Tibia

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Lisianaria Featured By Owner Mar 17, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much for the watch nya ~ > w <
Xeronik Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
well of course, you are quite cute, nyan~  ^w^  kawaii desu ka!
corinne15999 Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2013  Student Filmographer
Thanks for the fave :)
Xeronik Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
oh yeah, i guess i forgot to comment, heh, you took that picture of the Grell cosplay?  it was cool  :)
corinne15999 Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2013  Student Filmographer
Thank you :)
strxbe Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for all the comments ahaha x'D
Xeronik Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
yeah, i sorta just logged off of WoW and though "i should look at the gallery a bit before i forget to" xD
tfcreate Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fave.
Pheradona Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2012
I saw you Love HammerFall me 2!!! :love:
Xeronik Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
yays, hello there fellow Templar of Steel :D
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