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Anonymous86	Gepost door Anonymous86 op donderdag 05-04-2007 om 22:03:18
	Hey, heb de feedback op mijn eerste poging meegenomen en heb even een nieuwe tekst geschreven waarbij ik wat beter op mijn rijmschema heb proberen te letten. Ik hoop dat jullie er nog eens naar willen kijken en eventueel feedback willen geven . btw. ik weet het, het is mijn tweede post op de dag, en voorlopig de laatste, wil namelijk geen NoApologies look-a-like worden . Ik denk dat ik hierna wat ga tekstbattlen om wat meer ervaring met lyrics op te doen. ---- (('Now I stand before you on Judgement Day... Am I righteous enought to be resurrected once again?')) At that point in your life it's your time to chose Will you ride down that path and wait 'till you lose? Growin' up through the years I've felt physical pain, but it's much harder to bear when there's nothing to gain. Been through my share of deep mental depression, unable to see, my morals subjected to regression. Found myself wonderin' about life's true worth, activatin' ambitions to help conquer my rebirth. When you conquer a free town and do not demolish it, you commit a great error and are doomed to abolish it. But when I digged deeper in the words of N. Machiavelli, the Prince smiled like grim reaper at the Battle for Hilli. But in a certain space and time light came to my soul, like a burden of pain enlighting a black hole. Read the words of the wise and remembered many, and by those forever crushin' the feelings of satanophany. Realised that death is the only thing giving worth to life, not accepting to reflect unsatisfied at the end of my strife. At that moment I looked up at the sky wonderin' why, relieved that the god of my beliefs had blessed my life. When I reflect at that black period in my life, the worst thing I remember is feelin' derived. Realising that there's so much more pain than mine, but being merely able to touch my own soul's intertwine. Went from agression and regression to ambition and power, started making progression and watched my world flower. Looked that old egyptian god Ra deep in his eyes, and found a folded dimension burried deep in his skies. I underwent the ritual of the old ancient gods, in that spritual time, my being formed by scarab arthropods. The old god gave me a part of his creational power, and without facades I created my own Sunrise tower. Now I could see over the skies, heavens and undergrounds, being able to visionise ambitions after each bloody Aphophis round. Now that I was formed again I was able to return from Carcosa, I stormed down to earth and propheciesed forming my own virosa... ((During the Resurrection of the Dead the apostles came to me... And they sent me back to earth to be tested once again.))
prime P.R.I.M.E.	Gepost door prime op vrijdag 06-04-2007 om 10:00:59
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