| Definitely one of my darker pieces, and my first real soliloquy of sorts inspired both by Corey Taylor's The Frozen and Hamlet. This will be recorded later and made available to the public for free whenever I decide to do it. |
| Definitely one of my darker pieces, and my first real soliloquy of sorts inspired both by Corey Taylor's The Frozen and Hamlet. This will be recorded later and made available to the public for free whenever I decide to do it. |


All is not so simplePeople commonly believe that lies are fabrications and that truth is nothing more than the base of reality. This statement is correct if not for the undeniable presence of the human element. It is not within our ability to grasp everything at once, so we have the ability of perception which allows us to view things in various ways according to external factors. This posits the question: If all influence ties directly back into the base forms of existence, then why is it that we perceive things incorrectly? How can an incorrect statement exist if all things stem from the truth?All is not so simple
In essence, nature abides by certain laws and does no


piece 1In the subtle texture of the dark midnight sky, I let my head down to sleep. As the bombs fall around me, the screams fire off like toy soldier's popguns, and the children huddle in fear like rats under verandas in the thick of a storm. There was no other way to be, it was all that could be known since the war had started before any of us were born.piece 1
I was not afraid, however. I was not afraid of the bombs that destroyed homes, that took away mothers like puppies from their own, torn from the teat of their family and stuffed into boxes for ungrateful children to massacre with the unruly affection of bullets and violent adoration w


Pretty BonesThe air around me trembles in my rage; Tears away my camouflage, Expose me to my pain. Reality has just come crashing down, Out of blissful ignorance, So truth can now shine in.Pretty Bones
So if you really need to know, My empty house is not a home; It's not the same without you there, I only wish I didn't care; But you are gone and it's my fault, I made the wound and threw the salt, And if tomorrow never comes, And we can never see the sun; I only wish that you could see, The guilt that swells inside of me, I could reach out and grab you But i p


Bombs over Baghdad + moreJustice is a myth, a lie; It's a justification we create for the evils we commit. Justice is the word we use to describe the mirror image of our world, it is the opposite, yet it is the same. Justice is what we call cruelty toward people who are cruel, it is"just". Two wrongs, after all, make a right.Bombs over Baghdad + more
People like me who think freely, question the boundaries of human existence, yet never taking into account the burden of society as a factor, we have troubles. We understand justice, in the same way that we understand the origins of life; quite simply, that is, we don't.
I've seen it over the years, I really have
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"I've never believed in the term "Unconditional Love." Because not only is it as ironic as a "Civil War", but as a utterly devastating. But, like a war, it is ultimately necessary, and for some odd reason, mean are addicted to it."
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Anthony
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