Victim Recycling : Another Dimension

>>THIS ONE IS DEDICATED TO MYSELF<<

Masqueraded smiling murderers are what we call you.
First you kill ,
then mourn for them.

You kill us for once,
but have you ever wondered,
where the fleshes of our body rot ?
Where our blackened blood mix with water ?
Where the gore smell of our corpses dissolve away ?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!
YOU DON'T
YOU DON'T
MOTHERFUCKERS YOU NEVER DO !!!

Our fleshes rot in the same soil,
where the crops grow to feed you.

Our blackened blood mixes up with the same water,
very same one you drink.

The pungent gore smell of our dead bodies dissolve in the same air,
same one you breathe.


EAT THAT !!!!!


Now tell us,
what good you could do to you ?
You still can't shut our mouths up.
You still can't silent our voices.
You still can't abolish the causes we fight for.
EAT THAT !!

Just some yielding of blades,
some more bullets burned.

AND RESULTED IN NOTHING IN THE END

NOTHING

NOTHING

NOTHING MOTHERFUCKERS

NOTHING !!!!

Final note of an immoral insane

As you wanted,
I'm here,
wearing the masquerade you sewed for me years ago.

I've struggled against it till my bloody undead corpse was laid in the white floor of my room,
red stain all around.

Finally I've succumbed to your orthodox desires,
taking my life.

Yeah those slashes were bliss,
never sharper than the words you threw on me.
Never more painful than the remarks you made.

The soul who never cared about the self proclaimed normal world you live in.
Where you call dead souls alive and alive minds insane.

I was labeled as insane of the century.
And finally that insane surrendered .
Now you can write the story as you wish.
As the masquerade is placed over my bloody face.

But wait !
Where's the knife ?
That slashed me with pleasure.

Oh ! Sorry you cannot have that.
The king of independent soul himself handed it to the descendants.

Now one undead soul may be marked with be mocked by your muddy words.
But there are others waiting.

We are still struggling to establish the rule of free minds.
Independence of free souls,
will be sworn,
on that day,
when I'll truly die !

age of darkness

Let there be no light,
darkness will prevail no matter how much they'll try !
Then let's save the energy,
and invest it in the RIGHT WAY !

Why educate the children .. where there won't be any field to work in.
Let them learn to firing,
let them learn planing mines,
let them know how to kill,
that old guy said centuries ago ...
FITTEST WILL SURVIVE !!

WE FORGET THE PAST !!
WE IGNORE THE PRESENT !!
WE KILL OUR FUTURE !!!

WE ARE THE BEASTS OF RADIATION !!
OUR GLORY REMAINS !!
GLORY OF BURRING MILLION YEARS OF HISTORY
UNDER OUR MIGHTY FEET !!

LET'S TOAST !!
TO OUR VICTORY !!
WE CREATED THE HELL ON SAME EARTH !!
WHERE THEY WANTED TO CREATE THEIR HEAVEN !!

OPTIMIST FOOLS !!

SUCCUMBED TO THE ORGANIZED DEATH !!
SACRIFICED FOR THE FAKE GLORY !!
WHERE VIRTUES ARE VICES !!

AND NOW WE LAUGH AT THEIR FACE !!

DARKNESS REMAINS !!!

THERE IS NO LIGHT !

Judas Priest : My musical influence

Pointless confessions

I only counted every time you didn't let me go out in rainy afternoons in childhood,

forgetting that you were the first one to coach me soccer tactics.

I only counted your stern warnings when I was wasting times in school days,

forgetting you were the first one to admire my artworks.

I only counted your hard and cold impressions when I took wrong steps in teenage,

forgetting always you were the one to save me at last.

I only counted your disgust against my rough lifestyle in youth ,

forgetting that your world is even more rough and competitive.

I have never been a perfect daughter a father like you deserve,

but still you have taken care of like a blooming rare orchid.

The last thing I want you to know,

whenever I hurt you dad, deep inside I hurt myself too.

Refracted Reflection

(THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO MY CUTE LITTLE PUCHKU, HE IS REALLY A GOOD BOY TO BE, AND DESERVS EVRYTHING BEST.I PRAISE HIM HIGHLY AND ALWAYS HOPE HE'LL HAVE A BETTER FUTURE.)

The other day I was crossing the road,
There I found someone behind me,
With same speed, with same reluctance,
Blabbing something silently and arguing own self.
He breathed on my shoulder without hesitation,
And I found out he is my refracted reflection.
He is following the same direction I walked,
He fought the same obstacles which I had to fight,
And now he is right behind me,
\waiting for crossing the road of transition,
Following my way.

I hope he'll swim the seas of rejection,
I hope he'll cross the desert of frustrations,
Finally I hope he'll surely climb the mountain of success.
Because I really want to see a better refracted reflection

YOUTH

Young minds, flying joys,
treating things like toys,
breaking rules, cracking jokes,
of the duties they are to do.

Then one day they become old,
flow goes down,rhythm goes slow.

That day they recall the whole,
regrets how they ignored the goals.
The golden duties of youth they had,
left unfinished , but they cant return to the past.

Then they realize why it's told,
"youth is wasted on youth"

So, all good young fellas of mine,
please keep it in your mind,
just dont blindly pass your youth,
make it bold, framed with gold.

Go for the duties you are assigned to,
and make a better young man out of you.