User:St.Jimmy666

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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. ” — Marilyn Manson, on Mechanical Animals

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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