O God of all disease and pestilence
Hearer of supplications and healer of broken souls
What price your one drained underling of light and darkness here?
All torn apart and bleeding still?
What mindless imbeciles has he you've seen now becoming, Master?
What of his heart and feelings you think?
I am still one lone cold statue of a disfigured effigy
Mourning for no light yet reason for this tearful image he is now!
O God of all pain and sorrow, Lord of all torment and catharsis
What price me the one who's lost his life yet he breathes still?
What madness can he hold on to when all hope is lost, bought or stolen?
What relief he has now that's worth every penny in gold yet matters not?
Is this not what he has in mind or is this merely a passing shadow of a road still long?
Too long a telling of a mighty impudence but not real enough to be deemed a foe
I am to be smashed on the rocks of a roaring seaway again, bloodier yet merrier in a way?
So what if no one is round enough to hold him on his deathbed then toss him in his pit next?
Tell me now, O Mighty One, tell me now and let him rest!
For I fear his told love so roses for you is much too real yet too mutilated his body of it!
So let's not these corpse praising pagans try and take the money and run again, Dear One
For I fear this will be the end of the sun and the realised ending of damnation, denied!
Help me, O Great One, help me or help me drown myself in darkness freed!
SHITHEAD
LAVATORY
AD 666
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Cute Cuddly Earthworms
Cute Cuddly Earthworms, waiting for the bus
Then came a Baby and a ringbell Sissy
Peeking or a-peaking they've lost a velvet stare
Then sneezed a diamond bling-bling with a big bad Wussy!
High on a pear I eat some burnt-out grasses
Then paid this nice pauper with a great red smile
Singing I Love You in sanskrit or beherit
And statues came a-calling picking me a melon!
High-pressure cooker o-de-lay hee hee!
"Ballooning on a grooming!" said a wine-soaked preacher
Stroking black-red leopard, I jumped like cold limpets
Fumbled short attorney, now please go serve me honey!
Cute Cuddly Earthworms, I love gray lingeries
Please come a-washing, the medicines on the top shelf
I pray that this madness, be sweet and cuddly too!
So I can go to school, to puke on damn good coffee!
(Sic)
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Then came a Baby and a ringbell Sissy
Peeking or a-peaking they've lost a velvet stare
Then sneezed a diamond bling-bling with a big bad Wussy!
High on a pear I eat some burnt-out grasses
Then paid this nice pauper with a great red smile
Singing I Love You in sanskrit or beherit
And statues came a-calling picking me a melon!
High-pressure cooker o-de-lay hee hee!
"Ballooning on a grooming!" said a wine-soaked preacher
Stroking black-red leopard, I jumped like cold limpets
Fumbled short attorney, now please go serve me honey!
Cute Cuddly Earthworms, I love gray lingeries
Please come a-washing, the medicines on the top shelf
I pray that this madness, be sweet and cuddly too!
So I can go to school, to puke on damn good coffee!
(Sic)
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Fuzzy-Wuzzy Teddy Bears
Oh sweet, I love, oh sweet, I love but meow-meow-meow! As if somebody's dying of laughter
Since when did you do your hair to look like a mop or something so gay so on so forth?
Oh well I swear I knew this song would play the radio silly right now, whee whee whee!
So much to do yet so money-money-money, ain't it funny, in a rich man's world!
So Fuzzy-Wuzzy Teddy Bears, where else you'd think they'd go for food?
Inside the lard so full of fat, or maybe some twit had switched your Dad?
So sing your sinews till the cakes went bad, and then your bro will smash your oven
So jumpy-wumpy slimed and happy, I wonder where else you'd charge my car-key?
I sing, I sing so wild and sane, of kids in retro black and jumpsuits
So mote it be the moles so lonesome, seeking grace from one-hit-wonders
I stepped on pedals the tiles need waxing, I stopped a pudding from major offensives
But of what the things that you don't know, its all so sunny from where I'm shrimping!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Since when did you do your hair to look like a mop or something so gay so on so forth?
Oh well I swear I knew this song would play the radio silly right now, whee whee whee!
So much to do yet so money-money-money, ain't it funny, in a rich man's world!
So Fuzzy-Wuzzy Teddy Bears, where else you'd think they'd go for food?
Inside the lard so full of fat, or maybe some twit had switched your Dad?
So sing your sinews till the cakes went bad, and then your bro will smash your oven
So jumpy-wumpy slimed and happy, I wonder where else you'd charge my car-key?
I sing, I sing so wild and sane, of kids in retro black and jumpsuits
So mote it be the moles so lonesome, seeking grace from one-hit-wonders
I stepped on pedals the tiles need waxing, I stopped a pudding from major offensives
But of what the things that you don't know, its all so sunny from where I'm shrimping!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Singing In The Rain Wearing Nothing But Earrings
Quick! For there is such a nonsense such as a suicidal maniac high on life
Fire! For this life is so hot you either burn yourself or the world around you
Slide! And look at your money as it slips away with your shares and stock options
Fine! But what about going to the Police Station to pay for...what? Ridiculous!
Shit! I don't think people uses this word often enough these days, or maybe I'm too sheltered for my own good, heheheh!
So surreal it feels when the winds are a-blowing and you're all-alone in your room blogging your skull away
Should I stop now? I asked myself, or should I go on some more? I asked myself again... Go on, someone suddenly said, go on and make it good for once! He said again
For there's no one who knows you better than yourself or someone like you! And ignore my new set of words if you're lucky enough or so you feel! Wow, this guy's angry!
Shut up! Or maybe that's not the right word to dismiss him/her that way? So slimy yet nice if one would think about it, openly aloud as a beefed-up machine on a rampage across an acorn crushed...
Fuck! What the hell is on my head right now? Is it a cuneiform mongoose ordered to shoot to kill on sight by Obama again?
Or maybe I'm too forgetful to take out the trash again you think? Ah, no matter, the laundry needs to be taken care of soon, first and foremost
Or maybe some poison apple had invited me for tea yet I've lost her invitations in my last acupuncture sessions last week?
Okay then, let's have some breakfast...what? Over already? But I still haven't had my shoes sent to the cobbler yet!
What of that last night's gig that I went that nearly put a spell on me yet I went there to get only a hundred bucks?
Hooray! I'm crazy for junk food no more, now I wanna go sniff some glue, and then have a date with destiny...
What? What was that? A cat got stuck in the roof again? Okay then, I'll be there in a short while...please don't go anywhere okay? I tend to lose my way sometimes...
Amen.
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Fire! For this life is so hot you either burn yourself or the world around you
Slide! And look at your money as it slips away with your shares and stock options
Fine! But what about going to the Police Station to pay for...what? Ridiculous!
Shit! I don't think people uses this word often enough these days, or maybe I'm too sheltered for my own good, heheheh!
So surreal it feels when the winds are a-blowing and you're all-alone in your room blogging your skull away
Should I stop now? I asked myself, or should I go on some more? I asked myself again... Go on, someone suddenly said, go on and make it good for once! He said again
For there's no one who knows you better than yourself or someone like you! And ignore my new set of words if you're lucky enough or so you feel! Wow, this guy's angry!
Shut up! Or maybe that's not the right word to dismiss him/her that way? So slimy yet nice if one would think about it, openly aloud as a beefed-up machine on a rampage across an acorn crushed...
Fuck! What the hell is on my head right now? Is it a cuneiform mongoose ordered to shoot to kill on sight by Obama again?
Or maybe I'm too forgetful to take out the trash again you think? Ah, no matter, the laundry needs to be taken care of soon, first and foremost
Or maybe some poison apple had invited me for tea yet I've lost her invitations in my last acupuncture sessions last week?
Okay then, let's have some breakfast...what? Over already? But I still haven't had my shoes sent to the cobbler yet!
What of that last night's gig that I went that nearly put a spell on me yet I went there to get only a hundred bucks?
Hooray! I'm crazy for junk food no more, now I wanna go sniff some glue, and then have a date with destiny...
What? What was that? A cat got stuck in the roof again? Okay then, I'll be there in a short while...please don't go anywhere okay? I tend to lose my way sometimes...
Amen.
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Hymns of A Dragon Lancer Part 3
The Palace Guard's Lament
Oh forsooth that this day could not have been better
Unfair be to me a guard of this fortress, preparing for the worst
Pissing on the dawning sky I could never had thought it be a portent
That weighted the hour of an even heavier times of this hope-lost parley...
Indifferent was I when the Royals marched in, no pomp left unspared
From the contraption clad Queen to the hot-tempered Red Horny
Preceeded by a Prince so blue and gay, the sad Green King of pestilence and of sorrow
And last but not least the yellow winged Master my Lord and my Liege...
As soon as they're in the ballistas were aimed, not to a fort but to each other
Never be so children so bickering as them, these crown-headed Rulers
Of feudings and bad languages all rolled and spewed, corroding all minds
Oh never was a time one shout of silence be as much so needed as my breath of air!
Then came such shiver as if of a winter, they came upon them like laces of twilight
All red and black and flames of chilling, they led each other in howls and screamings
I came in to save them, but my men were too mortal, all dead in a swift
They saved me so strange yet broken my bones, merely eyes they see but oh woeful me!
And then it came down, Apocalypse looked pale, new fear be birthed out
The Lord clad in flames "Kish-Maena!" he growled, the Royals sat frozen
He came to play dead all hopes and all light, with heads he be counting
As the world now in ransom, no one could fight back!
He asked but not fear, for he meant them no harm, or so he did say
Merely in wanting of lands and all wealth, and all will be spared to live under him
And never he goes without him so knowing, so next he warned them, prior to his laughter
For truth be all told, The Ofla Fever his calling to all, to bow down to him and make him but Lord!
And thus from each Lords he did ask for tribute, of three gold-filled rooms and one lake of gems
No more and no less, as full moon be rising, to him they must bring them or else he'd be killing
And left all but reeling, as he gorged on blood, of those he had slain my poor lost comrades
And thus with a howl he left them all frozen, they then came to life as if it's a nightmare!
"Kish-Maena," they uttered, as if their first word, "Kish-Maena," again, as if he be Death
"Kish-Maena," so hopeless, too long they'd be frozen, forgot all their squabbles
"Kish-Maena," oh Lord! What madness Thou parted them! My Liege and his foes so brainless and weak!
"Kish-Maena," again, and much I can bear, so numb in my pain I felt I was slipping...
For long they sat frozen, no eyes but of fear, I felt much, much pity
Before they be talking, as I'm now delirious, much "help" and much "how" again they were said
Until came a time, they said they'd be brothers, no past feuds be heeded until peace returns
And that's when I saw, no light but of blackness, as now my great pain it put me to sleep...
Oh forsooth that this day could not have been better
Unfair be to me a guard of this fortress, preparing for the worst
Pissing on the dawning sky I could never had thought it be a portent
That weighted the hour of an even heavier times of this hope-lost parley...
Indifferent was I when the Royals marched in, no pomp left unspared
From the contraption clad Queen to the hot-tempered Red Horny
Preceeded by a Prince so blue and gay, the sad Green King of pestilence and of sorrow
And last but not least the yellow winged Master my Lord and my Liege...
As soon as they're in the ballistas were aimed, not to a fort but to each other
Never be so children so bickering as them, these crown-headed Rulers
Of feudings and bad languages all rolled and spewed, corroding all minds
Oh never was a time one shout of silence be as much so needed as my breath of air!
Then came such shiver as if of a winter, they came upon them like laces of twilight
All red and black and flames of chilling, they led each other in howls and screamings
I came in to save them, but my men were too mortal, all dead in a swift
They saved me so strange yet broken my bones, merely eyes they see but oh woeful me!
And then it came down, Apocalypse looked pale, new fear be birthed out
The Lord clad in flames "Kish-Maena!" he growled, the Royals sat frozen
He came to play dead all hopes and all light, with heads he be counting
As the world now in ransom, no one could fight back!
He asked but not fear, for he meant them no harm, or so he did say
Merely in wanting of lands and all wealth, and all will be spared to live under him
And never he goes without him so knowing, so next he warned them, prior to his laughter
For truth be all told, The Ofla Fever his calling to all, to bow down to him and make him but Lord!
And thus from each Lords he did ask for tribute, of three gold-filled rooms and one lake of gems
No more and no less, as full moon be rising, to him they must bring them or else he'd be killing
And left all but reeling, as he gorged on blood, of those he had slain my poor lost comrades
And thus with a howl he left them all frozen, they then came to life as if it's a nightmare!
"Kish-Maena," they uttered, as if their first word, "Kish-Maena," again, as if he be Death
"Kish-Maena," so hopeless, too long they'd be frozen, forgot all their squabbles
"Kish-Maena," oh Lord! What madness Thou parted them! My Liege and his foes so brainless and weak!
"Kish-Maena," again, and much I can bear, so numb in my pain I felt I was slipping...
For long they sat frozen, no eyes but of fear, I felt much, much pity
Before they be talking, as I'm now delirious, much "help" and much "how" again they were said
Until came a time, they said they'd be brothers, no past feuds be heeded until peace returns
And that's when I saw, no light but of blackness, as now my great pain it put me to sleep...
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