User:St.Jimmy666

R.I.P my sister Oni

What lies in the abyss? Nothing, it is what is here that counts.

Time and time again, the sky is blue.

And yet it's strange how people seem to always fall in love

An unfamiliar yellow dog keeps grinning as it tears us from the ones we love

Because the dead,

Because death,

Because the dead shine all night long

I want to die as beautifully as Joan of Arc inside a Bresson film

Lesson one, apply the shaving cream,

And smile as you then slowly slice away the heart

Because the dead,

Because death,

Because the dead shine all night long

Feel the warmth of the spring rain as it gently moistens down a cheek

that's streaked with dried up tears

A guileless boy but five years old stares blankly in the face of death

while the heart is cut and torn away

Because the dead,

Because death,

Because the dead shine all night long

-Rolly "Suicide Kiss"-

I am a HUGE fan of underground or dark music(some mainstream artists too). I have been a member of the Manson online community on and off for 6 years now and have been a Manson fan for 7 of the 19 years of my life. I am also responsible for the leak of the Antichrist Superstar music video thanks to the bragging of Nick Kushner of the Nachtkabarett.

{{cquote|'Although I think machines, no matter how fast or how smart that they become, they'll finally realize that you can't duplicate the human soul.'|author=Marilyn Manson

|source=on Mechanical Animals}}

The following are lyrics to the Combichrist song God Bless

God bless:

Jeffrey Dahmer, Theodore Kaczynski, Richard Ramirez,

Robert Berdella, David Berkovitz, Albert DeSavo, Joseph Briggen,

Timothy McVeigh, Gary Leon Ridgway, Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka

Ted Bundy, Edmund Kemper, Kenneth Bianchi and Angelo Buono,

Herman Drenth, Albert Fish, Andrew Cunanan, Robert Yates,

John Wayne Gacy, Aileen Wuornos, Charlie Starkweather, Caril Fugate,

David Koresh, Marshall Applewise, Robert Hansen, Herbert Mullin,

Edward Gein, Caroll Cole, Richard Cottingham, Joseph Franklin,

Charles Manson, Harvey Carignan

God bless, God bless

I made this goddamn template.

The below is material from the poet Saul Williams.

http://www.inspire.net/

http://benkharakh.com/saul_williams

the greatest Americans

have not been born yet

they are waiting patiently

for the past to die

please give blood

those crumbled tablets

were to share a story

with a burning Bush

where is that voice from nowhere to remind us

that the holy ground we walk on, purified by native blood has rooted trees

whose fallen leaves now colour code a sacred list of demands?

who among us can give translation of autumn's hues to morning news?

the anchor man

thrown overboard

has simply rooted us in history's repeating cycle

a nation in its Saturn years that won't acknowledge karma

where is that voice from nowhere, the ones your prophets spoke of?

there are voices from fear

disconnected from their diaphragms

dangling from coffee covered teeth

that spill into our laps

and scorch our privates

there are voices from the sides of necks

some already noosed

dangling participles

pronouns running for sentence serving life in corner offices

and ghetto corners

their voices are the same:

dead to themselves numb to the possibility of truth

existing beyond that which can be palmed into your hand, period.

there are voices of elders

which seem to do no more

than damn us to our childish ways for in many households wisdom no longer

comes with age

so where is that voice from nowhere?

that burning bush?

that passing dove?

for i hear generals calling for ammunition presidents calling for arms and

women calling for help

where is that voice from nowhere?

that god of abraham?

can he be heard over the gunfire

the wizz of passing missiles

the crash of buildings

the cries of children

the crack of bones

the shriek of sirens

or is that his mighty voice?

your angry god craving the sacrifice of generation's sons degenerate

your holy books

written in red ink

on burning sands

your prayers between rounds do no more than fasten the fate of your children

to the hammered truth of your trigger

a truth that mushrooms

it's darkened cloud

over the rest of us

so that we too bear witness to the short lived fate

of a civilization that worships a male god

your weapons are phallic

all of them

that dummie that sits

on your lap is no longer

a worthwhile spectacle

his shrunken pale face

leaves little room for imagination

we have spotted your moving lips and have pinned the voice to it's proper source

it is a source of madness

a source of hunger for power

a source of weakness

a source of evil

we have exited your coliseum and are encircling your box office demanding

our families back

our cultures back

our rituals back

our gods back

so that we may return them to their proper source

the source of life

the source of creation

our mother's womb

the great goddess

we will cut through

the barbed wire hangers

and chastity belts

we will climb in and

incubate our spirits

through the winter

we will wait through

the degenerate course

of your repeated history

we will wait

for the past

to die

-Bloodletting by Saul Williams

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