where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
One year ago today, The Roundhead truly began, the fist post of its 7 day story arc still holds the biggest hit my blog ever achieved. Now today, well, more like yesterday by the time this is actually posted. The Roundhead has once again graced October with its presence, this time, in a more complete …
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The smell makes me gag, I know it's here, waiting for me, we are locked in this endless war, fighting for survival, fighting to control the words of the story, fighting to be the last, my bastard son, how you have grown, wanting more than you ever deserved, wanting all their sins for yourself, so …
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Endless supplies of the wicked, floods, seas of blood, cries of the innocent, laughter of the guilty, screams of children, lost in the waves, victory, was for the sinners, who took what they crave, the burials were many, as the sickness slowly won, for man strove to be god, but in the end could not …
Grace be with me, given by them, the leaders, the followers, the sinners be damned, I ask for nothing, I take nothing in return, I see this world, for the fool that it is, a piece of fiction, a world created by liars, reduced to a pile, of ashes and shit, yet we give, but …
He takes the sin, and drinks it down, sucking the sweetness, of someone else's burden, a dance, a song, a wicked deed, a cut, to bleed, the son of man, the devils bitch, the butchers knife, a word, a whisper, a rhyme tonight, to see, to think, to jump up high, a wish granted, a …
There is no light, at the end of the tunnel, there is no riches, waiting for me, there is nothing in this pathetic existence, that I see as my salvation, only see reflection, mocking back at me, my twisted smile, hides my shame, my broken brow, defecates my mind, sunken in sorrow, lost in this …
Wild winds blow through the trees, foretelling of something new, or something old, coming for me, and as the days grow cold, as the fires burn hot, I know winter is coming, but this beast is not, I said its name, I called for it to come, but it was a story, a myth, a …
Why do you call, when you don't want me around, why do you infect my life, when there is no need for me to be a part of yours, what is this feeling, when I cry my tears of blood, how deep can the cuts go, until they are deep enough, you play your game, …
The digital age, the biggest sin, man, monster, beast, we are all one, we are all the same, we hide, we rape, we pillage, we deceive, we sin, we fuck, we lie, we destroy, to become, something else, something more, something unrecognisable, I used to be someone, who I knew, I was a face in …
I asked a question, one that you never answered, you just looked at me, as if I was someone else, someone you didn't know, and then you were gone, and I was alone, left here in this place, while your blood ran cold, I didn't mean to kill you, but you left me no choice, …
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To live in pretend fame or die in fiery flame
K Is Silent k Is SiLeNt K iS siLENT kIsSiLeNt
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