| My best drawing for sure ^^ Made for my girlfriend for her birthday. |
| I wrote this one for my girlfriend. Never thought I would do a lovepoem, but if she likes it I'm cool ^^ I hope you like it too! |


Generation Fucked-upThe night is brighter than you might thinkGeneration Fucked-up
Same goes for the human mind It tends to starve when everything goes wrong
Mushroom clouds what was they protested against
One generation against the their ancestors
The next generation against themselves
The night is brighter than you might think
Nothing ever stops, the clock will always tick
Everything chances, but the clock will always tick
The world becomes a wasteland, but the clock will always tick
Please dont stop me now
Fear one, the few and the many Hide in the closet while they march just ou
Oh Dear God

The Most Important QuestionWhat happened to the dream I never knew?The Most Important Question
I think Ive ended up amongst the few Walking and thinking and seeing and realizing
All bloodied and pale The dream, the dream, I murmured All bloodied and pale
Never hit me I was one of them
Never hit me I was the ugly among the sane
But then again, Ive never been the dream
And though I walk, drawing the gun from a shaded mind
From the closet in room at a girl Ive never going to know
Thinking, this humanity is really worth the try? This God, is he really a good guy?
Because t


You and me and ISo, what do you do now, when the world has stopped? And everything is boring - Conservative, highlighted, controversial, adoring And your mind has frozen - chose to abandon the life as you now itYou and me and I
I love all the convicts running the fields of ambition
Lets commit murder by killing and burning Just you and me and I and the madness inside Because you need something to happen, just something wild
I need destruction; I want to see everything die! But then again, I think we are 3 in 1
And the you is just me playing alongside with the I
Creativity ne


Among Monsters and MenAmong monsters and men lives the very last gaspAmong Monsters and Men
The gasp is a gap; nothing more than a unit
To calculate the life as we know it To interpret the difference between the man and the monster
And to uphold the line, and make everyone same The Big Red Dog was placed to guard the sanctuary
Make it the protector of evil, the protector of mankind
The upholder of laws and everything that we stand for
The very last difference between a the man and the monster
But the Big Red Dog is sick and tired Tired of all the wicked, sick of all the pain Sick of the screams, sick


FractionSlaves upon slaves, piled up, the most incredible view Never again will they see nor will they breatheFraction
Because they are piled up as dogs, rotting slowly in the sun And the only witnesses are the pure fundamental laws Now the moon arises and it pleads innocent as always The slaves are hungry thirsting for justice
Even though their corpses are nothing more but a mere symbol in this poem They now what will happen to them as these words are read Yet they ask why do you turn into the inquisitor?
But no answer is given, because they have no rights to get an answer And as d


Conquer the World With RubbishThree words and the world will collapseConquer the World With Rubbish
Shut down like a fabric order of the universe Always expand and never settle Like the wild child from across the street Like the wild tribe from across the room Never wanted to forget Never wanted to forgive
Always wanted to repeat Always wanted to compete Soulshatter
And everything collapses
And your dreams, and your life, and your mind And your shame, and your love is all boredom And masterminds creates this, beats this
Threats their thoughts like birds in a cage Read this, Until you


RaindropsRaindrops falls on my nose I know this feeling this forgotten bliss of joy For a moment everything stands still Birds, cars, humans. Nobody moves Nobody ever moves. The only thing that is still alive is the wind Warm, you can almost smell it The smell makes you dizzy, it conjures happiness The joy that only spring brings And as the raindrops falls, and the warm wind touches your reality You figure out that the world is moving again like nothing ever happened They still pass by enjoying their lives, careers and cars Sadly everyone seem to have forgotten whatRaindrops
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| morning quiet and a blinding flash unseated and in ruins disoriented and disquieted flames climb in a race with fear staggered footsteps in bewildered search weak cries under heavy debris hand in hand, lost and unknowing fellow travellers, scorched and shaking hurried meeting in the street scurried shuffle to safety zone hundreds of bleeding, weeping and burnt doctors overworked and hobbling news from rushing friends the whole city has fallen What happened? damage beyond comprehension demolished buildings and burnt roads the city now crushed, charred and flooded body count further than the eye can roam hospitals crawling with patients crawling ashes where artworks once hung unseeing eye and un-tasting tongue hate exhausted, forgiven sin hope exhausted, dripping skin Hiroshima, Uber-bubble [link] |
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I used to dream of mushroom clouds.
Smoke that could block out the light.
Black flames that could eat the sun.
Replace day by permanent night.
- End Scene, Troels Abrahamsen, WHT
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I used to dream of mushroom clouds.
Smoke that could block out the light.
Black flames that could eat the sun.
Replace day by permanent night.
- End Scene, Troels Abrahamsen, WHT
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just face it....you're too basic
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I used to dream of mushroom clouds.
Smoke that could block out the light.
Black flames that could eat the sun.
Replace day by permanent night.
- End Scene, Troels Abrahamsen, WHT
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