tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6601920938105232062024-03-13T06:34:24.344-07:00Diary of fat manChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-12503167303983068632010-12-29T05:55:00.000-08:002010-12-29T05:55:13.684-08:00I am a sloth like phoenix slowly rising/Auto erotic asphyxiation morningI am a sloth like phoenix slowly rising<br />
From the depths of despair I crawl out slightly<br />
I have a winter home at rock bottom<br />
Seasonal affective disorder's darling<br />
Santa Claus repels out of the copter to the front line<br />
Into the fox hole <br />
illusion of control<br />
leather belt a noose not this time<br />
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Auto erotic asphyxiation morning<br />
Rise and shine my soul is swine<br />
The lepers are lonely<br />
I mortgage my shrine the payments are fine<br />
Taken away are the only<br />
Things that matter to a victim complex Mad hatter<br />
Woe is me but it always gets betterChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-6147453111508092942010-12-28T02:58:00.000-08:002010-12-28T02:58:24.865-08:00judgement is the delusionjudgement is the delusion of the self righteous<br />
Mental pacification by thoughts of superiority<br />
Figments of the imagination are what your mind believes<br />
Who am I to point the finger<br />
I have done these things myself<br />
Straddling hypocracy hiding behind anger<br />
I've made the realization that this is the road to hell<br />
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Your one trick pony will never win the rodeo<br />
But you'll ride it forever because it's all you have and all you know<br />
Too many chiefs and not enough indians<br />
Been done wrong by too many and not forgiving them<br />
That's ok I've done many wrong and they're not forgiving anytime soonChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-32664878752097727812010-12-26T06:51:00.000-08:002010-12-26T06:51:38.358-08:00a head fucked from words saidDevotion is destitution <br />
Seperation is solution<br />
A suit of armor suits you<br />
For what affection will do<br />
A head fucked from words said<br />
That twist the thoughts that you dread<br />
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A intellect with acne vulgaris<br />
Ignorance is not what scares us<br />
It's knowing better that horrifies<br />
There is no bliss in your eyes<br />
This is love's adverse affects<br />
This is what hatred expects<br />
No winner No loser just blurred lines<br />
The evolution of interaction refined<br />
Life comes before the deadlineChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-16009791521215899882010-12-24T17:56:00.000-08:002010-12-24T17:56:02.080-08:00Lookin for a hand out PUBLIC ASSISTANCE 84. We're LOOKIN FOR A HAND OUT SKINS SLEEPING CLASS OI! DIFM(do it for me) NOT DIY. NEW ALBUM "WELFARE WARRIORS" OUT ON LAZY FREELOADER RECORDS IN 2011 Here's a sneak peak at the lyrics to our first song. <br />
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"lookin for a hand out"<br />
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I don't wanna do anything for myself<br />
I wanna leave that to some one else<br />
I don't wanna work everyday<br />
I just wanna live off your pay<br />
Your taxes pay for my check<br />
I don't have any self respect<br />
I only look for the easy way out<br />
and I'm gonna fucking shout<br />
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Lookin for a hand out (x4)<br />
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1234<br />
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I'm gonna have 7 kids<br />
It's gonna make my welfare check so big<br />
On foodstamps steak and lobster I'll eat<br />
This is the way it will always be<br />
livin off the working class with out a doubt<br />
I'll always be there <br />
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Lookin for a hand out (x4)<br />
lookin for a hand out (x4)<br />
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1234<br />
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Thank you lefty's for your sympathy<br />
Please protect us from the right wing<br />
They wanna make us work<br />
They are a bunch of jerks<br />
Fuck your tea bags I'll make Ice tea<br />
That I payed with with ebt<br />
When you finally beat my as for moochin hard<br />
It's ok I have a medical card<br />
I'll recover and I'll fucking shout<br />
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Lookin for a hand out (X4)<br />
Lookin for a hand out (X4)Chuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-14773694332687872352010-12-22T02:33:00.001-08:002010-12-22T02:33:51.262-08:00A hog's happiness"Ignorance is like the animal existence. The animal's life is full of suffering, but the animal does not know that he is suffering. Take the case of the hog. Of course, here in New York, no hog is seen. But in villages in India one sees the hog. Oh how miserable his life is, living in a filthy place, eating stools and always unclean. Yet the hog is very happy by eating stools, and having constant sexual intercourse with the she hog and just getting fat. The hog gets very fat, because of the spirit of enjoyment which is there, although for him, it is sensual enjoyment. We should not be like the hog, falsely thinking that we are very happy. Working hard all day and night, then having some sex life. We think that in this way we are very happy. But this is not happiness. This has been described in the Bhagavatam as a hog's happiness. Man's happiness is when he is situated in the mode of goodness. Then he can understand what true happiness is." -HIS DIVINE GRACE A.C. BHAKTIVEDANTA SWAMI PRABHUPADA From Krsna the reservoir of pleasureChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-77816288682954644812010-11-24T01:46:00.000-08:002010-11-24T01:46:36.580-08:00Can the Kingdom of indifference care?My love is a funeral and you're in the casket<br />
My love killed you by force of habit<br />
My heart is a grave and you'll be buried with me there<br />
The dirt shoveled on my face is what I crave<br />
Can the kingdom of indifference care?<br />
Longevity's life cut short by the lines it snorts<br />
The ship will never see the shore<br />
Solitiude out of reach but I'll never stop reaching for her hair to twirl around my fingers<br />
Kiss her neck with the kiss of death<br />
You have to have respect for the end bringerChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-63977045524201594232010-11-24T01:39:00.000-08:002010-11-24T01:39:01.847-08:00Don't cheat the reaperAll the damsels in distress dazed by the symphony being played in their veins<br />
I just want to escape with them from the everyday mundane<br />
9-5 to fund the vice that keeps it alive<br />
It's not enough so she steals to taste the honey in the hive... mind<br />
Nodding off the deep end<br />
Needles and burnt spoons are her only friends<br />
Dragon chased life replaced with a slow death <br />
The reaper cheated, The coffin defeated, He can't take your soul there's none leftChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-88396282273001025652010-11-24T01:30:00.000-08:002010-11-24T01:30:58.419-08:00Milk & Honey sold for Drug MoneyAbsorb the blood from the shroud that radiates from the clouds<br />
Messiah's masturbate through their stigmatas so proud<br />
Crown of thorns licked clean by condors<br />
They soar drunk on the holy spirit and laugh like whores<br />
Hymns defecated by the vindicated are sung by hung jury's.<br />
The shit stains salivate over the scrap metal sold that use to be heaven's gates<br />
Lucifer oversees the estate sale<br />
Milk & Honey sold for drug money tells the tale<br />
Bedroom eyes stare at the milk white thighs<br />
Between them I'm absolved of my sins as I dieChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-79130830703442274302010-11-24T01:17:00.001-08:002010-11-24T01:18:43.349-08:00I sway aloneWhy does every woman I hold turn to dust in my arms?<br />
Why does my love so strong burn the stars?<br />
Why does the cemetery serenade me so sweet?<br />
Why does death sweep me off my feet?<br />
Why is my memory of her a corpse I can't bury?<br />
Why can't I forget? <br />
Why can't I write the obituary?<br />
An entity unseen becomes my queen.<br />
Her throne my home.<br />
She dances in my head.<br />
I sway alone.Chuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-51486683514527942592010-11-05T17:50:00.001-07:002010-11-05T17:50:23.054-07:00Yo girl is a secret chubby chaserI'm writing lyrics for my fake r&b album called Beggin for pussy music vol 2(in the poop shoot)<br />
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"Yo girl is a secret chubby chaser"<br />
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(verse 1)<br />
You know your girl... who is your world<br />
You think she's safe with me because of my obesity<br />
You think big guys are safety nets<br />
You think fat boys can't make your girl sweat<br />
Well.... You got that wrong muthafukka... because...<br />
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(chorus)<br />
Yo girl is a secret chubby chaser<br />
When you're not lookin I date her<br />
She gives me yo paper... and buys me foood!<br />
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(verse 2)<br />
I like to spend time<br />
Not wine and dine(ok I like to dine whispered)<br />
When you're not lookin... yo girl is mine.<br />
She loves my belly<br />
She's ready for my jelly<br />
Because it's too bellylicious and so nutritious<br />
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(chorus)<br />
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(Spoken in a 250 dollars worth of puddin voice)<br />
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Yo girl when she's with me I whisper in her softly in her ear<br />
Lets hit the buffet baby with no fear<br />
Then girl you can ride it on top<br />
Because I'm lazy but I like to rock<br />
Then when we're done havin fun<br />
You can go back to yo man that thinks you're oneChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-22205199374223901122010-11-01T02:50:00.001-07:002010-11-01T02:50:25.592-07:00Emperor of the undeadMajestic after death reign unparalleled in pain<br />
victual of subjects living psychotic and deranged<br />
Their blood flows on the court and floods the kingdom sanguine<br />
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The emperor of the undead's legion of dread <br />
Roams the earth to gather those not fed<br />
They bring them to the king to devour at the feast of his ascendancy<br />
The emperor of the undead assimilates the living <br />
Death is their fate Hell on earth molten are hell's gates<br />
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Lust for flesh... made paramount gathered unceasingly because the wicked know no rest<br />
Until the earth is conquered and the undead rule<br />
The emperor's legion will be his tool<br />
No where for the living to hide <br />
Omnipresent the dead will rise<br />
The emperor of the undead will never abstain from feasting on the flesh of the humane<br />
On the cathedra the emperor sits as sand falls through the hour glass and the living vanishChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-55208512802526044602010-10-31T02:20:00.000-07:002010-10-31T02:37:01.595-07:00repentance releasedRunning my self into the ground<br />
Deafening is the Self loathing super natural<span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"><em> soothsayer</em></span>'s <em>foreboding</em> howl<br />
I hide behind my cowl <br />
Under cover of darkness is not dark enough <br />
The hounds of hell growl<br />
foreshadowing my demise<br />
I see it before me but I welcome it I don't despise<br />
If there is a hell it's better than here<br />
Any kind of sanity I only see in a rear view mirror<br />
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Fatal choices on the left hand path rejoices<br />
Glum gluttonous hedon voices fall on deaf ears<br />
Sedated cadence of the dirge dances on your fears<br />
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Burial cloth boiling in a broth of dragon tears<br />
Descend deceit from the dungeon repentance released<br />
impoverished empires dispirited are reveredChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-80910359436080542612010-10-26T03:43:00.001-07:002010-10-26T03:43:17.251-07:00Bury you in my minddirty from trying to dig up the grave that I buried you in my mind<br />
I got half way and realized it wasn't worth my time<br />
Now I'm sitting on 3 feet of dirt that seperates you from me in my thoughts<br />
I would keep digging but I'm reminded of the lesson I was taught<br />
It's just a good idea that I keep you there<br />
If I need to find you I know exactly where<br />
Maybe when it rains in my dreams it'll wash the rest of the dirt away<br />
Maybe you'll float to the top of my reoccuring theme and ruin another day<br />
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Guess I'll have to cross that bridge when I think about it<br />
I hope you stay down there but for some reason I doubt it<br />
Don't look forward to seeing your hand reach out from under the dirt<br />
Knowing better but knowing my subconscious ressurrected you burns<br />
Back from the dead in my head again<br />
How many times do I have to kill you in my head old friend<br />
Guess I'll just do it one more time<br />
Get another shovel and once again bury you in my my mindChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-43291848686090658942010-10-24T13:47:00.001-07:002010-10-24T13:47:28.975-07:00What is yet to comeoh the attrocities we have yet to unleash<br />
the dictators that are yet to be<br />
They will erase what was done before<br />
then do it worse, sell it to you, make you come back for more<br />
We are the plague virus running though the earth's veins<br />
She will purge us, whip us with a scurge us, When she's done with us fucking her insane<br />
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Now dorment she lies waiting for those attrocities and allibis. New chapters of Indoctrination to be wrote <br />
in these Will we also have her by the throat? Will I be able to look in the mirror and see? That everything<br />
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I hate is me but, I am just a grain of sand in this wasteland of bomb shelters and one night stands. Drink up! <br />
She's strong she'll rid herself of man..... when she's done with us. again and again and again... hahahahahahahahahahaChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-28803508544243376672010-09-27T02:17:00.000-07:002010-11-01T03:15:43.656-07:00List of bands/projects I've been in & membersApocrypha-Practice only<br />
Polish Corn dogs-shows only 1 live recording<br />
Killbot- lost recordings shows <br />
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Profligate-1 show opening for D.R.I. live recording of that show exists<br />
Warhel-Shows and Glorification of war demo<br />
Back Stabbath-Lost recordings<br />
Snutskallar-practicice only<br />
Spectral Blacksmith-Recordings<br />
Latrine Queens-Practice only<br />
Simian Ratticus-Practice only<br />
Wizards of Ghetto Mountain-shows, recordings, current and ongoing<br />
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Apocrypha was the first band I was in. We were a metal band and we never made it out of Kris Hillen's garage. lol the line up was Myself on vocals, Kris Hillen on drums, Gram rabey on bass, and Joey Cutler on guitar. Kris went on to join Human racist then Syphilis death Squad, and now is in Killbot. Joey cutler went on to join the Two Bit Hoods, then joined the Dig its. he was also in 90's huntington death metal band disinter who later changed their name to Wraithborn before disbanding.<br />
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Polish Corn dogs was a thrash punk band. The line up was Myself on vocals, Justin Steele on guitar, Rick Steele on drums, Mat Jones on bass, John Lang guitar for one gig, Josh york played guitar for a couple of gigs. Justin and Rick are now doing The fabulous brothers steele. Mat Jones went on to name and help form appalachian terror unit but was fired from the group.<br />
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Killbot was and is a Hardcore punk band The original line up was Myself on vocals, Paul ristow on guitar, Luke Belville on bass and Steve Martin on drums. Paul Ristow was in huntington's first punk band Anti everything(correct me if I'm wrong) Numerous chicago punk bands(I think lol) and Phallic Rescue which changed their name to Cattleprod before disbanding. The current line up for Killbot is Paul Ristow on Guitar, Luke Belville on bass, Blair Yoke on vocals, and Kris Hillen on drums<br />
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Profligate was a crust band I was in. I practiced with the band and only played one show with them. That one show was opening for D.R.I. from the start there were problems. The members really didn't get along. After the 1 show we broke up. Chris Luton and Sarah Lerner formed Atu with Mat Jones. Myself and Scott Butcher started WarheL. The line up for Profligate was Myself on vocals, Scott Butcher guitar, Chris Luton drums, and Sarah Lerner on bass.<br />
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Back Stabbath was a project I did with Josh york. The music was mainly influenced by ween. We did some recordings that are lost. <br />
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Snutskallar was a crust thrash punk band I was in when I lived in columbus ohio around 2006 the members were Myself on vocals, Laser bass, Brian Unlearn guitar, Jason guitar, Kevin drums. All the members were in great columbus punk bands like Killed in action, Apocabok, Dismal, etc.<br />
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Spectral blacksmith was a drone ambient doom project I did with Anthony porter. We did some recordings <br />
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Latrine Queens was a punk band I was in when I lived in columbus ohio prob around 2007 the line up was Myself on vocals, laser on bass, Taperworm joe on guitar, I forgot who the drummer was lol<br />
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Simian Raticus was a punk band I was in around 2007 the line up was myself on vocals, Mikie Krisis on guitar and Brent on drums.<br />
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Wizards of Ghetto Mountain is a stoner doom psychedelic rock band formed in 2009. The line up is Myself on vocals, Luke Belville on bass, Garrett Babb on guitar, Bob caution drums. Matthew walters played guitar for a few shows. Greg Gilbert also played guitar for a few shows. Travis lemon was our original guitarist but only played our first practice. We're recording demos and playing shows.Chuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-82008022195196147422010-09-27T01:37:00.000-07:002010-09-27T01:37:55.631-07:00Purgatory euphoriaA wise man wept as a thief in the night crept. Robbing those who were distracted as they saw the light. The messiah retreated, the believers were defeated, and damnation was their plight. Oh it burns, Oh it burns, to be illuminated so bright.<br />
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Phantom utopia, Purgatory euphoria, infliction unleashed. Reptillian puppeteer, proprietor of fear, Man is the decieved beast.<br />
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Alpha illusion, Omega conclusion. Living your life on your knees. Subserviant for infinity, abscent is divinty. Your dna decides your destiny. Your master is the 33rd degree<br />
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Simian Ratticus lyrics. 2007-08Chuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-33390257375547474252010-09-27T01:25:00.000-07:002010-09-27T01:25:40.326-07:00Simian Ratticus lyricsI was in a punk band in 2007-08 called Simian Ratticus. It was myself on vocals, Mikie Krisis Guitar, & Brent on drums. We never had a bassist. We practiced at my old house @ 1325 r 4th ave. We never played live or recorded. I found the old notebook with the lyrics to the songs.<br />
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"Nailed to a burning cross"<br />
Nailed t o a burning cross. The human race is a total loss. All we do is destroy the world. No savior in sight. Just kill after kill. Depleated and defeated the earth is a husk. All is conquered on this final dusk.<br />
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"Lord of Addiction"<br />
Lord of addiction. Syringe crucifiction. You above all. I stand before you as I fall. In my veins is my god. Intoxication is my throne. Dialated is the kingdom.<br />
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"The final blade"<br />
It has to be this way. This is the final blade that I'm gonna take in the back. All my trust has turned into dust.<br />
I'm gonna get you. Revenge is my lust. Been betrayed day after day. You're so full of shit. Plagued by disgrace. Lies told by a smiling face. Motherfucker I'm gonna put you in your place.Chuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-53071705145394242812010-09-20T11:16:00.000-07:002010-09-20T11:16:21.846-07:00Black mass galaxyPlanets colliding into each other one by one. Extinction unveiled supernova are the suns. The end triumphant, nothing supreme. All is sacrificed in this black mass galaxy.<br />
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The shattered rings of saturn lacerate space. The universe bleeds the stars away. The reaper reads the scripture. doom for you and me. All is sacrificed in this black mass galaxy.<br />
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It's time to fall by the wayside. Or it's time to ride. Which destiny will your fate coincide? It's time to live or it's time to die.<br />
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It's time to find a reason to carry on. Or will the black mass galaxy be the end of all?<br />
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Black mass galaxy, universe ending, stars and planets die. Master reaper is controlling, All is gone in the blink of an eye.Chuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-66380748153536796122010-09-20T11:07:00.000-07:002010-09-20T11:07:35.051-07:00Deathbed repenterThrough out time man has obsessed of what happens after death. Religions and spirituality. Are these things really the key? Live a life of love or a life of hate. Will heaven or hell be your fate?<br />
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No one knows where they are gonna go when they die. I just wanna ride the highway in the sky.<br />
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We will all just have to find out for ourselves. If there is a afterlife for us to dwell. In the meantime there are many ways. Telling me where I'm gonna go on my dying day.<br />
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No one knows where they are gonna go when they die. I just wanna ride the highway in the sky.<br />
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You are a deathbed repenter You are a deathbed repenter you are a deathbed repenterChuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-13999432428655836012010-09-20T10:58:00.000-07:002010-09-20T10:58:28.664-07:00Dead tyrantsDreaming so vibrant while sleeping in the blood of dead tyrants. Wondering where the time went avenging the lives spent. counting the heads of......<br />
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Our temples built from their bones. Our pews built from their thrones.<br />
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Chalices filled with the cut throats spilled of dead tyrants. Inri forgotten by the abscent minded. Absolution, restitution, our enemies will find them.<br />
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Our temples built from their bones. Our pews built from their thrones.Chuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-64627506475285284102010-09-20T10:49:00.000-07:002010-09-20T10:49:04.252-07:00Into liquid light divideThe earth drinks our toxic piss. Worship drugs, chemicals, and pollutants. We evolve into mutants. We are coming to a conclusion. Of humanity this world witll purge. Acidic reign boils and burns. Blinders reminding confinement queens, that restriction resilient reigns supreme.<br />
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Apathetic parasites devouring minds. Into liquid light divide.<br />
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Expanding empires encompass supremecy. Ushering in an age of covert anarchy. Mediocracy mantains it's stranglehold on brains. A world of shit can not be contained. Self destruction by overconsumption. Depleated and defeated the planet erupts insane. We carry on with our obsessions. We get what we want with our ruthless aggression.<br />
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Unused warhel lyrics from a few years ago.Chuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-91580370793242403152010-09-20T10:36:00.000-07:002010-09-20T10:36:05.674-07:00Alone in thoughtMy affective state has been desecrated. Feels like I've been eviscerated. I rise and conquer as anticipated. Those who plot my demise will be decimated.<br />
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Searching for meaning. Finding mystery, pleasure entwined with misery.<br />
Searching for meaning. Finding mystery, pleasure entwined with misery.<br />
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Consequences coil so tightly. On reason I tread so lightly. In the darkness, <strong>indifference</strong> shines so brightly. so brightly. Apathy might be a savior, it just might be, it just might be.Chuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-54597940119999217912010-09-20T10:18:00.000-07:002010-09-20T10:18:28.523-07:00Serpent DaughterYou are the daughter of the serpent of temptation and eve. The apple of my eye. Forbidden fruit between your thighs. You were born to devour hearts and boil bad blood over the cauldron. I can not resist the death kiss of the destroyer of all men.<br />
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Your magnetic black magic attracts me like a insect to your web. Entangled and devoured slowly. I am willing to end up dead. Your words like arsenic sweet nothings whispered in my ear. The unknown is now my home. I accept cruel fate with out fear. Serpent daughter you baptize me in black water but I never rise from it's depths. I sink slow the blood floats from the hole in my chest.Chuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-43562368989339288482010-09-19T21:38:00.000-07:002010-09-19T21:38:06.270-07:00confrontational meditationConfrontational meditation. Basking in the radiation of our last conversation. The philosophical 3rd degree burns earn a turn on the lobotomy wheel. Where it lands we all kneel and take a communion of pills that absolve us of our kills. Sense is not being made. Sense has been discontinued. Confusion crawls and scrawls it's manifesto on the avenues. Chaos is common place. Order has been taken off the menu. Honor has been replaced by disgrace. Worship the amputee vishnu. Flags at half mast shoved up the ass of ascension. Impaled, in mid ascent failed. Stationary is now the revolution. Minds intertwine the asinine thoughts that lead to atrocities bought and sold. Like lies from forked tongues told. Confrontational meditation. chakras explode.Chuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-660192093810523206.post-15689822858527750862010-09-19T21:15:00.000-07:002010-09-19T21:15:03.297-07:00seeing through stained glassThe sunlight shining through the stained glass. Opens eyes long closed at last. The sleep felt like generations had gone by. The ruins of the cathedral was a sight for sore eyes. An oracle now leads a congregation on a death march. Last one standing now departs. The moonlight shines through the stained glass window. Illuminating the path on which to go. Seeing visions through stained glass. Delusions defined by the ghosts of the past. They haunt and will forever control. Unless you just let them go. If you don't they will bury you deep. In the graveyard throught the stained glass I see. You may pray to to the lord but your soul I will keep. You're nothing special. Many more I will reap.Chuk Fowlordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13822271680876994588noreply@blogger.com0