Trust is a lie spoken so we can be fine
Trust is the bond and bullet of the heart
In war torn times little pains more than the heart
In war torn times this pain changes the heart
In war torn times the heart is the only thing
you own. The blood in your veins the only currency
All we have in war torn times are those
Childhood memories of love, home, and purity
Home the seat of trust and family
Of safety and love. Such sweet memories.
All we have are mother’s meals and her shining
Smiles telling us all those same old lies
I give you bone and blood for nickels and dimes.
Faith and power for the childhood’s fading memory.
M
Some Altered Genisis verses and the story of Babel by Bookmen, literature
Literature
Some Altered Genisis verses and the story of Babel
010:008 And Cush begat Nimrod: she began to be a mighty one in the
earth.
010:009 She was a mighty huntress before the LADY: wherefore it is said,
Even as Nimrod the mighty huntress before the LADY.
010:010 And the beginning of her kingdom was Babel, and Erech, and
Accad, and Calneh, in the land of Shinar.
-
010:020 These are the daughters of Ham, after their families, after their
tongues, in their countries, and in their nations.
010:021 Unto Shem also, the mother of all the children of Eber, the
sister of Japheth the elder, even to her were children born.
010:022 The children of Shem; Elam, and
In war torn times little pains more than a heart
In war torn times this pain changes a heart
Trust is a lie spoken so we can be fine
It is the bond and bullet of the heart
From a body pumped with adrenaline.
We give you bone and blood for nickels and dimes.
Faith and power for the childhood’s fading memory.
Here, Mother. Here, Father. Take your due. Take your time.
Make me run and make me scream for that memory.
With each hissing scream I finish your lesson.
My voice the rifle’s barrel as you speak of trust,
Of each favor unasked for and each unwanted lesson.
I loved you then and love you still. I must
Never forget the things you&
I have found in modern times we are
Free. Free from the monsters under our bed.
There are no more banshees on the wind
The closet monsters and devils are dead.
Free from bogeymen and all the fey.
No longer are there Knights in gleaming
Armor. Fruit withered on the vine. Eden
Has burned away and there is no Santa.
Today we are truly free to play in
This ever-lit world of human
Understanding. Our dreams are the neuron’s
Firing. Babel little more than geography
And there is nothing where a rainbow was
We are at last free to become human.
Mother smiling always supporting us
Our home like a shrine with her smile’s perfect shine
Mother’s house is a place to be carefree.
I remember the shining counter tops so pristine.
I remember eyes never wavering.
Piercing so deep they never missed a sign.
No matter where we wandered home was always
There and with food so warm for us to dine.
Her sons rank and file marching to the beat
Of their idea of father’s dream towing the line
Home is a love you need never question,
But you will all the same for nothing is fine.
In war torn times the pain changes a heart
Trust is a lie spoken so we can be fine
We are free
Free from the monsters under our bed.
No banshees on the wind
The closet monsters or devils are dead.
Free from bogeymen and fey.
No longer are there Knights in armor
Eden has burned away
And there is no Santa Claus
Truly free to play
In this ever-lit world of human understanding
Our dreams are the neuron’s firing
Babel little more than geography
And there is nothing where a rainbow seems
We are free
There is a sleep I desire.
A sweet dream to sooth my soul.
Weeping sand, bleeding lies, I call to her, needing that ache fulfilled
A shoot of whiskey, liquid bullet. A story lovingly crafted, textual bullet
Castles of air, flash of darkness, gypsy’s dream, I find her.
I speak with her again, my little madness, a goddess in my mind.
No place is home until Theá has spent the night.
Why am I clean I’ve asked. Because you are you she spoke.
Why am I twisted I’ve pleaded. Because you are you she cooed.
My little goddess in the doorway, my dark oracle.
She wraps her arms around me as I stare out the door.
You don’t h
Running from the Sunset.
Frost and sea beneath our feet.
Steel wings.
The warmth of memories
Coiling in my mind,
But so to a dread, a sorrow.
Sharp like the cold
When the sun sets I’ll be home
No more in the lands of Tommy Atkins
Steel wings fly us
Through wind and frost
Over seas and forests
The sunset will catch me
The last day shall end
Sending me home
Bittersweet love
Honey and blood
Victorian Masks
Beyond seas and forests
The sunset shall find me
Enthroned and trembling
Yesterday is the day
Tomorrow the night
Today is twilight
Yesterday stands beside me
Tomorrow stands beside me
But sorrow shall find me at sunset
White chalkboard cleaned and ready
White chalkboard green
Write on it now and draw your thoughts
Three families so separate
They hardly know each other, but
But they know the Contradiction
Gypsy soul riding an elephant
Lotus in his cup while mother drinks wine and eats bread
Cover her ears for Morpheus whispers again
I hardly know what I say these days,
As Morpheus whispers to me
A thousand labels and titles.
Barriers constructed to be honored and then I breach them,
But none of this is new.
A virgin’s trust and
A sage’s wisdom
In my hand again
A mother’s love and
A father’s pride
In my hand again
I stand tall ne
I don’t like to feel anger. What good does it do me?
I like to be calm. I like to be simple.
What do I want? That’s easy. Just let me wander.
But they don’t like me to wander.
Who? Friends, family, society itself.
They want us to stay put. “Why travel if you’ll only be there a few days?”
“What’s the point?”
I tell them I need to wander and they tell me to sit down.
Sit and work, sit and work, sit and work, sit and work.
Even still I don’t like to get angry with them.
So what if it pisses me off. Stay home again?
No I’d rather not. I’ll take a walk.
“Only five day
Trust is a lie spoken so we can be fine
Trust is the bond and bullet of the heart
In war torn times little pains more than the heart
In war torn times this pain changes the heart
In war torn times the heart is the only thing
you own. The blood in your veins the only currency
All we have in war torn times are those
Childhood memories of love, home, and purity
Home the seat of trust and family
Of safety and love. Such sweet memories.
All we have are mother’s meals and her shining
Smiles telling us all those same old lies
I give you bone and blood for nickels and dimes.
Faith and power for the childhood’s fading memory.
M
Some Altered Genisis verses and the story of Babel by Bookmen, literature
Literature
Some Altered Genisis verses and the story of Babel
010:008 And Cush begat Nimrod: she began to be a mighty one in the
earth.
010:009 She was a mighty huntress before the LADY: wherefore it is said,
Even as Nimrod the mighty huntress before the LADY.
010:010 And the beginning of her kingdom was Babel, and Erech, and
Accad, and Calneh, in the land of Shinar.
-
010:020 These are the daughters of Ham, after their families, after their
tongues, in their countries, and in their nations.
010:021 Unto Shem also, the mother of all the children of Eber, the
sister of Japheth the elder, even to her were children born.
010:022 The children of Shem; Elam, and
In war torn times little pains more than a heart
In war torn times this pain changes a heart
Trust is a lie spoken so we can be fine
It is the bond and bullet of the heart
From a body pumped with adrenaline.
We give you bone and blood for nickels and dimes.
Faith and power for the childhood’s fading memory.
Here, Mother. Here, Father. Take your due. Take your time.
Make me run and make me scream for that memory.
With each hissing scream I finish your lesson.
My voice the rifle’s barrel as you speak of trust,
Of each favor unasked for and each unwanted lesson.
I loved you then and love you still. I must
Never forget the things you&
I have found in modern times we are
Free. Free from the monsters under our bed.
There are no more banshees on the wind
The closet monsters and devils are dead.
Free from bogeymen and all the fey.
No longer are there Knights in gleaming
Armor. Fruit withered on the vine. Eden
Has burned away and there is no Santa.
Today we are truly free to play in
This ever-lit world of human
Understanding. Our dreams are the neuron’s
Firing. Babel little more than geography
And there is nothing where a rainbow was
We are at last free to become human.
Mother smiling always supporting us
Our home like a shrine with her smile’s perfect shine
Mother’s house is a place to be carefree.
I remember the shining counter tops so pristine.
I remember eyes never wavering.
Piercing so deep they never missed a sign.
No matter where we wandered home was always
There and with food so warm for us to dine.
Her sons rank and file marching to the beat
Of their idea of father’s dream towing the line
Home is a love you need never question,
But you will all the same for nothing is fine.
In war torn times the pain changes a heart
Trust is a lie spoken so we can be fine
We are free
Free from the monsters under our bed.
No banshees on the wind
The closet monsters or devils are dead.
Free from bogeymen and fey.
No longer are there Knights in armor
Eden has burned away
And there is no Santa Claus
Truly free to play
In this ever-lit world of human understanding
Our dreams are the neuron’s firing
Babel little more than geography
And there is nothing where a rainbow seems
We are free
There is a sleep I desire.
A sweet dream to sooth my soul.
Weeping sand, bleeding lies, I call to her, needing that ache fulfilled
A shoot of whiskey, liquid bullet. A story lovingly crafted, textual bullet
Castles of air, flash of darkness, gypsy’s dream, I find her.
I speak with her again, my little madness, a goddess in my mind.
No place is home until Theá has spent the night.
Why am I clean I’ve asked. Because you are you she spoke.
Why am I twisted I’ve pleaded. Because you are you she cooed.
My little goddess in the doorway, my dark oracle.
She wraps her arms around me as I stare out the door.
You don’t h
Running from the Sunset.
Frost and sea beneath our feet.
Steel wings.
The warmth of memories
Coiling in my mind,
But so to a dread, a sorrow.
Sharp like the cold
When the sun sets I’ll be home
No more in the lands of Tommy Atkins
Steel wings fly us
Through wind and frost
Over seas and forests
The sunset will catch me
The last day shall end
Sending me home
Bittersweet love
Honey and blood
Victorian Masks
Beyond seas and forests
The sunset shall find me
Enthroned and trembling
Yesterday is the day
Tomorrow the night
Today is twilight
Yesterday stands beside me
Tomorrow stands beside me
But sorrow shall find me at sunset
White chalkboard cleaned and ready
White chalkboard green
Write on it now and draw your thoughts
Three families so separate
They hardly know each other, but
But they know the Contradiction
Gypsy soul riding an elephant
Lotus in his cup while mother drinks wine and eats bread
Cover her ears for Morpheus whispers again
I hardly know what I say these days,
As Morpheus whispers to me
A thousand labels and titles.
Barriers constructed to be honored and then I breach them,
But none of this is new.
A virgin’s trust and
A sage’s wisdom
In my hand again
A mother’s love and
A father’s pride
In my hand again
I stand tall ne
I don’t like to feel anger. What good does it do me?
I like to be calm. I like to be simple.
What do I want? That’s easy. Just let me wander.
But they don’t like me to wander.
Who? Friends, family, society itself.
They want us to stay put. “Why travel if you’ll only be there a few days?”
“What’s the point?”
I tell them I need to wander and they tell me to sit down.
Sit and work, sit and work, sit and work, sit and work.
Even still I don’t like to get angry with them.
So what if it pisses me off. Stay home again?
No I’d rather not. I’ll take a walk.
“Only five day
Current Residence: College deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium Favourite genre of music: Rock Operating System: Any OP that does what I need. MP3 player of choice: Ipod Shell of choice: What is a "shell"? Should I feel stupid right now? Wallpaper of choice: Something that makes me think Skin of choice: "It puts the lotion on the skin or it gets the hose again." Favorite cartoon characters: Classic Bugs Bunny and Digimon Personal Quote: "I will straight slay you."
Favourite Visual Artist
Shiniez
Favourite Movies
Starship Troopers
Favourite TV Shows
Digimon
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Cake, Mumford and Sons
Favourite Books
Starship Troopers, anything by H.P. Lovecraft
Favourite Writers
H.P. Lovecraft
Favourite Games
The Ur-Quan Masters
Favourite Gaming Platform
Computer (Although I use the PS3 way more. Stupid crappy computer).
Tools of the Trade
Crowbar (best weapon incase of zombie attack), books, pen and paper, M4 Military Rifle
“Through these she has given us her very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature, having escaped the corruption in the world caused by evil desires.” -2 Peter 1:4 (NIV)
“These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.” -Deuteronomy 6: 6-7 (NIV)
“My salvation and my honor depend on Goddess; she is my mighty rock, my refuge.” -Psalm 62:7 (NIV)
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the LADY, wh
Iconic Bible Verses:
1. John 3:16: For God so loved the world that she gave her one and only Daughter, that whoever believes in her shall not perish but have eternal life.
2. Jer 29:11: For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LADY, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
3. Rom 8:28: And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love her, who have been called according to her purpose.
4. Phil 4:13: I can do everything through her who gives me strength.
5. Gen 1:1: In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
Book 01 Genesis
001:001 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
001:002 And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was
upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon
the face of the waters.
001:003 And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
001:004 And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the
light from the darkness.
001:005 And God called the light Day, and the darkness she called
Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.
001:006 And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the
waters, and let i
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