A Lower Form Of LifeWhat the hell is goin’ on around here? You walk in the bar and we put down our beer You mighta done somethin’, at any rate We were all lookin’ for somethin’ to hateA Lower Form Of Life
Your heroes, your virtues, your goddamned God,
Lets see them stand up to a blow from my rod, With just one more thing, then we’ll give the nod,
To our makeshift extermination squad
Aww, another of your poor kind was lynched, When we told you we loved the way you flinched, Any time soon our good work will begin, And we’ll see how you do without your skin.
Yesterday someone like you died i
Who I DefendWho I defendWho I Defend
You’re standing tall Decked out in an angel’s dress, I’m going to fall To them, I fought with finesse, Back to the wall,
I’d never do any less,
Than fight them all,
The point is I must confess
To defend You, my friend So, depend ‘Til the end Then ascend
…I will spend
Forever knowing I played my part Knowing I followed my heart Knowing that you could impart Your trust to me; finest art.
The LawThe LawThe Law
Intangible, born of justice, Cornerstone of society, A set of precepts, all of this, Made in the name of piety,
Followed by the everyman, Broken by those who think they can, Or that’s the way that it began, But things have not gone quite to plan,
Everyone is a criminal, In the broadest possible sense Some are big crimes, some minimal, And this perhaps is our defence,
The courts can try all of those who Do the slightest they should not do, Of course there are those who would sue At any slight they’ve been put thro
The Suicide SongThe Suicide SongThe Suicide Song
Up against your jugular, It’s the knife that you hold, It’s the packet of powder, That gets you high, you’re told. It’s the sum of ten-score times, That you were far too bold, The irrevocable choice Never to become old.
It’s the suicide song that you want to sing, It’s the suicide song that cures everything, It’s the suicide song that dulls all the pain, And the suicide song turns loss into gain.
In the name of a good time It’s the drugs that you take, In a party it’s the drink That makes your liver break
Well Near ShotWELL NEAR SHOTWell Near Shot
Mornings are crusted eyes “Snooze” is God’s greatest gift And as each fleeting moment dies Jumping into an abyss, the rift
Doom rouses me to the dawn’s new day, dim light darkened, light’s a mere dot. Where there’s a will there’s a way; well, my will’s well near shot.
Like roulette with the wits “Oh, was that a joke?” I’ve had my misses but not enough hits Contracting neck, a dry, slow choke
Trust is tapping truth’s tender flow of alliance, amity, and social wealth. But beware the catch you best know: neve
SuspenseIs it me? Or is it just this stale air i'm breathing in cause i can't find a reason to stay here? Is it true? or is it just a lie that keeps on surfacingSuspense
and slapping me in the face everytime? Was it you? or was it just
the simple plans
that we had made that made me believe that you were trying to leave? And i can't stand
this itching feeling of suspense that keeps me
awake and never ever wants to go away and you making me want to leave you anyway... though times like this
are supposed to make &
That is to say, Munchen.
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Make something
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Good day to you.
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The Dark Writings Club
A place for brotherhood and friendship amongst writers of a darker pursation.
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''That which we manifest is before us...''
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''That which we manifest is before us...''
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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''That which we manifest is before us...''
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