Prophetic Visions

[Alexia_Ashford]

That's a very good poem. Depressing, like a sense of impending doom with which you have no choice but to fight. "I have an ill feeling, it bodes not well." Well done, very well written and sets a good mood.

[Eight Legged Freak]

Make it more subtle and more impacting when it is not. That's the only advice I can give.

[Gray Fox]

Thanks, Alexia. Its probably the deepest thing Ive ever written. I just wrote what I was feeling, and used the book of Revelation as a bit of a referencing tool.

Actually the ending is meant to be a good one, but I guess it actually speaks differently to everyone. For me, it means that I dont have to dread the Apocalypse, because my Christian faith tells me that if Ive accepted Christ as my savior, Ill be raptured, and spared from it. Therefore, instead of fighting a losing battle, and gambling with my soul, playing with fire, I can hold onto my faith and one day return to Earth with Christ, and fight a different war. A war against the wicked.

Also, thanks to Elfykins for the constructive criticism.

[Eight Legged Freak]

My advice was pretty much 'use the parables as a reference'.

[Gray Fox]

Hmm. I think I understood you better the first time, man.

[Gray Fox]

Heres a little something I wrote for Jenn. I try to keep the love notes flowing on teh myspace and such, just to let her know Im thinking about her.

Its not very good I know, but it was like 2 in the morning, and I just typed what came to mind.

Radiant sight of never dimming beauty,
I shade my eyes but never turn away.
Filled with desire that she be my own,
Image of perfection, portrait of my dreams.
Angelic sound of never ceasing charm,
Song from her lips, brighten my day.
Melody of infatuation, bring joy to my heart.
Her lyrics dance within my soul, Life is simply what it seems.
By all of this and so much more,
Beauty of her smile and song.
My heart is placed within her hands.
I am the fish, and all that she does is the hook.
With the beauty of her caring soul,
Which comforts me, I cant go wrong.
All that she is fills me with reason.
Her existence is the text, I am the book.

It seems to me that love is the most difficult thing to write about, because the feeling is so strong, but when you try to put it into words, you just end up saying the same things over and over again.




I started writing random lyrics about my friends. Collectively, they are the metal band Bloated Carcass (so that you might understand a bit better, ).

This one was for Chris/Chris Tits/Christopher McTits/Jesus Christits/etc...Hes the drummer.

Christophus Titanimus, Beatin on the skins,
Sticks of wood which quake the Earth, and summon whirlwinds.
Passionate aggression, thunder clashing rage,
His mighty drums of brutal boomage, shake the fucking stage.
Christophus Titanimus, 'tis written in the stone,
Throughout the Metal universe, his Legend shall be known.

This one was for Michael Stew, guitarist.

Take a seat on my knee, and we'll split a brew, as I share with you the legend of young Master Stew. He conjures spirits, and mighty beasts. His fingers move with blurring speed. A tasty tune his hands will shred, casting demons from thy head!

Finally, I wrote this one for guitarist, Fat Ryan. The lyrics themselves have nothing to with him, but instead deals with UFO's/alien abduction. Fat Ryan was a victim of abduction.

Disks of fire in the sky,
Demonic creatures watching men.
Moving to and fro the Earth.
Manipulating space and wind.
The puppeteers do pull the strings.
Currents move within us all.
Fallen angels, temptations kings,
Always causing man to fall.
Great tormentors, test the soul,
And carry men beyond the skies.
Engage in acts of sexual nature,
Then return them to their lives.
Understanding men have not.
What happened to me on that night?
Explanation, he wont find.
The answers lie beyond his sight.

[Gray Fox]

Not trying to triple post here, but uh, not leaving much choice.

This one sortof speaks for itself.


Fall of Babylon

Babylon so vast and rich,
Spreading out consumes the land.
Dragon sitting on his throne,
Bow our heads and kiss his hand.

Worship me the beast demands,
Wear my mark or join the dead.
Proclaim me God to buy or sell,
Or thou shalt surely lose thy head.

Martyrs of the ancient faith,
Refuse allegiance to the beast.
Smiling they accept their fate,
And join Heaven's wedding feast.

Celebration in the sky,
Bodies now are glorified.
In Babylon the serpent's Lord,
Loyal zombies at his side.

Suiting up in robes of white,
King of lords will take the lead.
Righteous army marches out,
Waging war on Satan's seed.

Roar of trumpets, Heaven's open.
Christ appears and evil cowars.
Mighty sword will slay the wicked,
Word of God shall win the hour.

Establishment of holy reign,
Sparing only souls of worth.
His kingdom come to be eternal,
Paradise is brought to Earth.

[Gray Fox]

Penular secretion shooting from my Snake
Her tongue and lips upon my sack doth make my wiener quake...
I spew my glaze upon her juggs, and shout, "for Hades sake!"
For her tits are round and bouncy, yet I do suspect theyre fake.




/




Pardon me young lad, for I hate to be a bother...
But theres something you should know before it gets back to your father,
You see it just so happens, On my cock your mom did slobber...
Then took your sister to the park, for a game of cops and robbers...




/




I pull out my cock...
I pull out my Glock.
Stuck one of em in her cooter.
The other was my cock.




/




I place my cheeks upon the throne and welcome sweet relief...
Prepared to drop my wasteful load into the hungry bowl,
Face distorted, out I squeeze the log of smelly beef.
I now tear off a hefty wad and gently cleanse my hole.

[Gray Fox]

From where dost thou boast?
Such pride for thy ignorance
Comfortable in thy darkness
So well pleased with thy emptiness
Thy tongue so rotten with sharpness

From where dost thou accuse?
So inflated with arrogance
By what authority dost thou raise thy finger?
What good have you done in all thy greatness?
Dost thou know what I have seen or heard?

From where dost thou rejoice?
Know ye the meaning of life any better than I?
And what think ye that I have to boast?
For the necessity to speak is laid upon me
Woe is unto me if I speak not

Die if you want to...