Song For The Wicked
Blazing Fire for hire
confused day for the chase
Midnight is just another case
Movement of debased
Lock and loaded
reality decoded, matrix reloaded
witch stuck and dethroned
She was never truly loved
heads walking blindfolded
Another ordinary story
stuck in the old memory
Death Guitar rif, animalistic grip
Loaded, smiling gun waiting for the real fun
Bullets, no I just need One
Insanity on the door
craziness on the floor
Call of Mordor
Guardians of Asgard
Chasing bastards
facing pestilence, facing sin
Challenge this blue dream
From the early days of youth,
You are guarding the gateway of truth
Decibels are screamingng loud
Even the Death is riding South
feel the face of the Norse blade
Trust me you will never be born the same
Guardians of Asgard
looking for invoking, crazy bastard
Angel of Death
awoken from his bed
knocking on your empty head
Truth or lie?
Maybe real “angels” do fly
Say please and try
Answer the call
Maybe you will be the one who doent’t fall
Devotion born in the arms of lunacy
lacks consistency, despises privacy
Trivial pursuit, try another kind of game
You will never feel the same
See if you can live and tell the tale
Guardians of Asgard
gathered in Lucifer's court
Only the truth must be told
Salvation is not put on hold
Be bold, face the bitter-sweet cold
Like a true warrior of the sacred North
or you will never be truly evolved
Twilight of the gods
Guardians of Asgard are
True lords of this discourse
another win for the mighty Norse
No pitty for the Fallen
no remorse
no quarter given
All is not forgiven
Red spear of dawn
Hollow fellow Moon
Death is arriving very soon
Blood and sky
End is Nye
F you
Adieu,
Aufidersen,
and goodbye!
“The Black Stone” is a horror short story by American writer Robert E. Howard, first published in the November 1931 issue of Weird Tales. Howard earned $56.00 for the story.
The story introduces the mad poet Justin Geoffrey and the fictitious Unaussprechlichen Kulten by Friedrich von Junzt. The story is part of the Cthulhu Mythos, follows the same pattern, and has the same features as much of H. P. Lovecraft’s classic work. Howard sold the story for $64 and this is one of Howard’s most published stories.
Robert E. Howard
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Whenever I listen to Howard’s stories yuo can clearly see the shortcomings of modern man, his unwillingness to fight, to seize the moment, to be the best Man he can be…
To take a risk, to go on an adventure, to greet a new day no matter what happens…
Too much technology nutters men's ability to fight, too think, and use reason…
Many men are simply lost in this new world, they lack a true purpose.
When you stop talking to nature when you stop listening to spirit when you do not see stars anymore unbearable sadness steals men's hearts and turns them into walking shadows…
Who killed the Man?
The so-called modern woman or modern man ways creating with time a weaker and weaker version of what Man should be.
When a woman is not a woman anymore what is a man then, when he is not defender of his love, of his home?
When he just blindly chasing an imaginary paper, the modern illusion of grandeur…$$$
When DOG eats DOG man becomes an animal, a creature that smells another animal behind to determine where he should relieve himself and where not…This is how Dogs make their mark in the World, pissing on another man's territory, and with time nothing is sacred anymore, not even Him who does such vile things to other Men.
Can you blame Modern Woman for your weakness?
No, you can’t, In my humble life experience, a woman when in the presence of a true man will do almost anything for him, and then if he is really a true man He will give everything for that Woman…Even life, no questions asked.
So the cycle is never broken, just forgotten in the midst of modern times.
Too many men and women have a certain type and when you in life pick the same thing again and again, you can not expect different results..Only a neverending trail of tears and “bad luck” that mysteriously just won’t go away.
This is not how the alchemy of nature works or even true science if you wish for a more modern expression of my thoughts.
Eating dinner, having lunch as a family, and TOGETHER all these small things, are all rituals that make invisible bonds between two chosen souls, and children later in their lives never forget these sacred moments…It forms their minds, creates fruitful seeds in their young minds, it instills in them a sense of loyalty, family, and what true heritage really is…
In a recent interview I posted, somebody said: Teach your kids loyalty, and if they know what true loyalty is the rest will sit in place by itself and I totally agree with him.
Willingness to change must come from within, and this rule goes for Man and woman, Too many are begging on their knees and asking for the help of the "one god" or Gods, too many are beggars, not fighters, and as a result, we have world that swims in the apathy and despair…
“Dont send another man to do your job “
If yuo follow this simple path your life will be filled with wonders, not constant disappointments…
And maybe if yuo are lucky you may even find true happiness when all light in this world goes out.
Rise like a Phoenix, a new man with new knowledge with new conscience…
Stand on the newly formed shore firmly with your both feet And wave that ship on the horizon with a proud smile, Ship of fools, let her go on her damned voyage.
When you are saving others you are actually saving yourself, but mighty warriors remember you can’t save them all, you just can’t.
This is your lesson here, your heart must harden, just for a little bit.
You maybe will not like it but it has to be done.
The video games say play me
Face it on a level but it take you every time
On a one on one
Feeling running down your spine
Nothing gonna save your one last dime 'cause it own you
Through and through
The databank know my number
Says I gotta pay 'cause I made the grade last year
Feel it when I turn the screw
Kick you 'round the world, there ain't a thing that it can't do
Do to you, yeah
Who made who? Who made you?
Who made who? Ain't nobody told you?
Who made who? Who made you?
If you made them and they made you
Who picked up the bill and who made who?
Yeah
Who made who? Who turned the screw?
Yeah
I hope this makes sense, When I find more time I will post something on Human, but right now it is easier and faster to post here.
It just is.
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My works of “art” you can find here:https://jackheartblog.org/wp/author/hp