Mensagens

A mostrar mensagens de maio, 2010

The Destroyers of Men - Cephas

A sad sight it is indeed, when we, who live on this Earth, attack it viciously with greed, and use it for all it is worth. Natural resources we consume, despite the warnings of the wise, we rob the flowers of their bloom and set the path to our demise. Through his needs man justifies, but in fact we just mislead, Because what we need to realize is that luxury is not a need. Men wage war on each other for petty squabbles over ends We destroy Nature, our Mother When we should restore amends. Mankind's ultimate fate is death as we run for the pot of gold but we will soon run out of breath Once all of our hearts are sold.

Ode to God - Cephas

Hollowed be Thy name Should Thy Kingdom come All we have here is pain And happiness just for some The Earth Thou have created That Thou have risen from the ground Is filled with vice and hatred And love is nowhere to be found Pater Noster, they all say And then get down on their knees And in Your name they all pray Otherwise, it’s heresy Our destinies You have them In a way that’s monstruous. Oh, Father up in heaven, Why have you forsaken us? ~

I'm intrigued - Kosta

Im sick of myself, but i've got no one else. Its the same thing, this pain thing, that keep me from sleeping. And screaming: God I must be dreaming. I can't rest with all this things going around me, pushing forward. Keep me from breathing, keep me from living. This is all I can be, this is me. I can't breathe as I bleed. I don't know why I cut myself. This open wound reminds me of you. I wont cry it'll be fine. I'll take my last breath. Pushing my heart out of my chest. Blades across my arms brought me some peace. This is a razorblade romance. Blood and love working together.