Snowday! man, I haven't had a snow day in ages. I have to admit, it almost makes up for the fact that Tania can be a total bitch. You know what, just because you have your Eric prancing around your fat ass like a metrosexual git that he is, doesn't mean that you can treat me like trash. Screw you and your dog. I don't have a bad attitude, you're just lazy as hell and all its demons! My attitude... seriously! She had three weeks, three to finish a stupid sсriрt and I didn't push her because I thought we had more time. But Goddfriend drops a bomb on my Hiroshima and here I am panicing my ass off that we're going to not finish this movie and she's accusing ME of acting badly. I might be jelous, but when it comes to projects I can asside the fact that you're Hitler and get it over with. I was so angty that I had to take pills to calm down. Christ, what a bitch.
Well, that was yesterday. But it's not like I didn't expect it. I mean, if you have a dream that you're in hell, that counts for something. it was actually a very strange dream. Ok so I went to hell cuase I died from exposure to nitrogen. So I'm drifting along in the darkness, around me shadowed souls kind of passing right through me and going along. I hear some screams, wails.. you know the usual lot. And then, bam, I'm on a second floor hallway of my school. And who do you think I see.. besides Luci.? I see Tanya walking with her BFF right in front of me and I tell Satan, "Is there no peace for me in Hell?" He doesn't answer but walks with me as I make my way through the crowd. These people still walk through me and around me. I look around and say to no one in particular, "So this is Hell? It's not so bad. You just have to smile more." And then bam, I see my old friend walking the opposite way. I ran after K, yelling. K stops turns around and sees me. All of a sudden it's all of my group of friends. K begins to talk. "This is not a dream. This is for real. Listen to me I have to tell you about..." But k didn't finish. I woke. What was K trying to tell me? I wish I could find out.
Well, that was yesterday. But it's not like I didn't expect it. I mean, if you have a dream that you're in hell, that counts for something. it was actually a very strange dream. Ok so I went to hell cuase I died from exposure to nitrogen. So I'm drifting along in the darkness, around me shadowed souls kind of passing right through me and going along. I hear some screams, wails.. you know the usual lot. And then, bam, I'm on a second floor hallway of my school. And who do you think I see.. besides Luci.? I see Tanya walking with her BFF right in front of me and I tell Satan, "Is there no peace for me in Hell?" He doesn't answer but walks with me as I make my way through the crowd. These people still walk through me and around me. I look around and say to no one in particular, "So this is Hell? It's not so bad. You just have to smile more." And then bam, I see my old friend walking the opposite way. I ran after K, yelling. K stops turns around and sees me. All of a sudden it's all of my group of friends. K begins to talk. "This is not a dream. This is for real. Listen to me I have to tell you about..." But k didn't finish. I woke. What was K trying to tell me? I wish I could find out.
Her Lips
The lives of people became a story
Upon the withered lips of hers
Who tells the offspring of her womb
Of evils men have done and doing.
She tells that once they came to power
And sitting on the throne of gold
The humans race began to bicker
To fight and kill amongst itself
They shed the blood, like it was raining
And feet that stumped were thunderclaps
So many bodies littered earth
That scavengers refused to scavenge.
The people lived and loved in dread
Of being shot, of being dead
That they insisted on religion
To stop the fear of never living
And so with writing of the book
The people calmed the beating hearts
For there was something in the end,
Besides the rotting earth and dust
But, soon their hands grew very tired
Of chopping heads of fellow men.
They realized that they love living
And war was very costly game
Alas, it was too late for turning
For beast of war had quite a thirst
And petty words could not suffice it
The horrid beast hand heightened hopes
A sacrifice of flesh is needed
But where to get such costly thing?
The human race, so fully of loving,
Refused to march, and give to death.
Oh then, the mother speaks quite sadly
The graying head will shake in dread
My offspring listen to the tale
And you will not make this mistake
With hands all weary from the axes
The people turned to pen and ink
And on the white of ghostly paper
Drew they the creatures of their like.
The named it demon, soulless creature
With eyes as red as running blood
It could not cry nor laugh nor whimper
It lived to serve and serve it did.
“They are the puppets. We’re the masters.
We pull the strings and they will march
They won’t complain. They know of nothing.
They live to die and we to laugh.”
With glee, the people watched the front
It swept the east. It swept west’s dust.
The demons walked without a cause
But to be cut and to be lost.
And human race thought it efficient
For soulless creatures were not they.
Oh, but among the wicked people
The angels folded golden wings.
Their hands reached out to battered demons
Their mouths pled for time of change
Words did not come through to the people
But faded in the noise of war.
There was no pity in the world
For those who sought it were the hopeless
They could not stare into the eyes
Of soulless creatures, named the demons.
With wings cut up and hung on walls
And battered fingers smashed by boots
The angels withered into nothing
In hands of self-appointed gods.
No hope! The woman screams in frenzy
Her eyes are filled with crystal tears
No hope! My offspring, for the demons
When angels fail to move the hearts
Then know you, we have gone too far
We’ve hit the wall. Nowhere but up!”
“So what then, mother, should we do?”
The offspring pled her for an answer.
“Oh rise, my darling learned offspring!
Rise high with hands that touch the sky.
Turn heads as you are proudly marching
Not for the death, but life itself.
Speak loud over flying bullets
And disregard their holy lies
Too long held they their pens and axes!
End war. End dominance. End us!
We are no kings if we are bloody
For even blood of soulless ones
Is blood of children of our people.”
The offspring rise to mother’s calling
And with the keenness of true men,
March offspring into change of season
When voodoo of the spring will pass
When summer scorches fade away
And only when the cold befalls
Strike offspring to preserve the earth...
The woman dabbled her cracked lips
To wipe the taste of bitter endings.
The story cannot end like this!
The human lives are lived and living
And demons’ too and bloodied angels’.
Until the change comes sweeping through.
She tells the evils man are doing.
The man are doing and have done.
The lives of people became a story
Upon the withered lips of hers
Who tells the offspring of her womb
Of evils men have done and doing.
She tells that once they came to power
And sitting on the throne of gold
The humans race began to bicker
To fight and kill amongst itself
They shed the blood, like it was raining
And feet that stumped were thunderclaps
So many bodies littered earth
That scavengers refused to scavenge.
The people lived and loved in dread
Of being shot, of being dead
That they insisted on religion
To stop the fear of never living
And so with writing of the book
The people calmed the beating hearts
For there was something in the end,
Besides the rotting earth and dust
But, soon their hands grew very tired
Of chopping heads of fellow men.
They realized that they love living
And war was very costly game
Alas, it was too late for turning
For beast of war had quite a thirst
And petty words could not suffice it
The horrid beast hand heightened hopes
A sacrifice of flesh is needed
But where to get such costly thing?
The human race, so fully of loving,
Refused to march, and give to death.
Oh then, the mother speaks quite sadly
The graying head will shake in dread
My offspring listen to the tale
And you will not make this mistake
With hands all weary from the axes
The people turned to pen and ink
And on the white of ghostly paper
Drew they the creatures of their like.
The named it demon, soulless creature
With eyes as red as running blood
It could not cry nor laugh nor whimper
It lived to serve and serve it did.
“They are the puppets. We’re the masters.
We pull the strings and they will march
They won’t complain. They know of nothing.
They live to die and we to laugh.”
With glee, the people watched the front
It swept the east. It swept west’s dust.
The demons walked without a cause
But to be cut and to be lost.
And human race thought it efficient
For soulless creatures were not they.
Oh, but among the wicked people
The angels folded golden wings.
Their hands reached out to battered demons
Their mouths pled for time of change
Words did not come through to the people
But faded in the noise of war.
There was no pity in the world
For those who sought it were the hopeless
They could not stare into the eyes
Of soulless creatures, named the demons.
With wings cut up and hung on walls
And battered fingers smashed by boots
The angels withered into nothing
In hands of self-appointed gods.
No hope! The woman screams in frenzy
Her eyes are filled with crystal tears
No hope! My offspring, for the demons
When angels fail to move the hearts
Then know you, we have gone too far
We’ve hit the wall. Nowhere but up!”
“So what then, mother, should we do?”
The offspring pled her for an answer.
“Oh rise, my darling learned offspring!
Rise high with hands that touch the sky.
Turn heads as you are proudly marching
Not for the death, but life itself.
Speak loud over flying bullets
And disregard their holy lies
Too long held they their pens and axes!
End war. End dominance. End us!
We are no kings if we are bloody
For even blood of soulless ones
Is blood of children of our people.”
The offspring rise to mother’s calling
And with the keenness of true men,
March offspring into change of season
When voodoo of the spring will pass
When summer scorches fade away
And only when the cold befalls
Strike offspring to preserve the earth...
The woman dabbled her cracked lips
To wipe the taste of bitter endings.
The story cannot end like this!
The human lives are lived and living
And demons’ too and bloodied angels’.
Until the change comes sweeping through.
She tells the evils man are doing.
The man are doing and have done.