Noname

We made the world to be unbearable for others
Because we hated them
We cursed the world
Never knowing we're cursing our children.

We hate this life
Even though we've chosen it for ourselves
We were absolutely incapacitated
We can never make the right choices.

Free, free from ourselves
Our fucking ego
Going on Jihad
Sucicide bombers we are.

Burning flesh
Dead children
Yes, we never have enough
Yes, we never really lived
But we tried
Oh yes, we fucking tried
With no luck
Pockets full of cigarettes
And no matches.

Ideas just don't get along with us.

mate feed kill repeat

Nie uderzony w serce żadnym nożem
Ani ścinającym drzewa typolewem
Zabity życiem, przeżarty miłością
Anioły dnia ostatniego
Zniszczone, zaćpane kurwy
Skończyłem 18 lat, mam dowód osobisty
Więc mogę udać się w drogę prostą do skurwysyństwa
Przez szambo, gówno i krew z mlekiem
Zdobyć, załatwić, wypierdolić
Zostało jedyne wyjście

wychodzi na to, że umarłem
A kosmos ze mną.
kozzzmosss....
Skoro umarłem, to czemu żyję?

The History of Human Culture (Abridged)

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.


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In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was, and the Word was.

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In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the God was not.

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Present day, 2010.

Rome - The Consolation of Man (Confessions d'Un Voleur d'Ames)

"Why should we disguise in order to conceal?

Why then try to hide a wound that shall not heal?

They swore to take us to their lands

There milk-white blossoms float

And then they swore to always die in splendour

So let us hear the wild songs they sing

And let us feel the wild joys they bring

And we shall then disguise in order to reveal

And we shall swear tonight to never yield

To never give in, to never falter

To never yield of cry for quarter

When old men dream up wars for us to fight in

When old men dream up wars for us to die in

…I don’t want to hurt you…but I must, I must…"

Antichrist?

Don't give me the words, I will take them out from your mouth
with your lips, your tongue and your unperfect teeth
Your nose, your ears and your blue eyes
Your eyebrows, your cheeks and your dark, dark hair

I threw those words up
"Love" they say
You wonder what it is.