nevermind

[Chad]

i dont have the spare cash

[MeatGrease]

Real name - Chet

Location - nowhere, doesn't matter

fuck you pay me

[Chad]

...

[Chad]

...

[David Draiman's Chin pipes]

[David Draiman's Chin pipes]

A rumbling nearly too low to hear

Thuds through your chest

Living thunder

Releasing a blur of murderous grace

Lunging

A creature of singular menace



Satya



She moves as if movement where unnecessary


Shoulders ripple like ash and smoke, paws warning the earth


Satya


Something flutters under your ribs

She

Is

Terribly

Beautiful


Anger answers injury
Actions answer anger
Until she is only deaths claw submitting to her own death
Already death
Anger erases her of every other self
Promises broken long before it was made
She lunges ahead always ahead
What answers pain lives ahead
What is killed ahead lives
What rewards living escapes ahead
The promis that is kept ahead
Always ends now
Until she is only
Deaths claw submitting to her own death

Approaching fury
Rises as death
Takes hold fury
Rises as death triumphs
Fury knows itself as
death all along
But where was life's rising?

Satori


I will not suffer without making others suffer

I will not lie down without making others lie down first

I will not cower without making others cower first

I will not die without making death die first

Until she is only....

She pours forth like the rain



Satya





As death appears fury rises
As death approaches fury rises
As death takes hold fury rises
As death triumphs fury knows itself as death all along

Honey suckle


She pours forth from pain
Always towards all that promise the end of pain
Broken long before it was made

Because this is the desert

Because there isn't honey suckle anywhere

Because there Isn't any honey suckle for miles

Staya raises her enormous snout and lets out a mourning cry


Blind with pain

Please forgive me for thinking faith means certainty

You do not deserve this, no creature deserves this continuum of anguish without reprieve

But where there is grace so pain and fear do not define everything

Or what is beyond voice when there is nothing to give?

Hot tears her only words

The heave of her own ribs the only broken offering she can give

Staya shakes her giant head then
Shakes it violently

The child steps toward her huge ear, moments away from being captured by a whirlwind of pain and fury

Leaning into, her lips nearly touching the rough fur as an almost kiss might to whisper in Satya's ear something even more intimate










"Run"

[MeatGrease]

What, you're turning into Robert now? Stop doing that shit dude

[David Draiman's Chin pipes]

https://m.youtube.com/user/chaddydad1

[spacehamster]

Everytime I see this thread. In my head. In yours now too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSSVDGY0dP4

[David Draiman's Chin pipes]

These ideas or feelings or ramblings had their satisfactions. They turned the pain of others into memories of one's own. They turned pain, which is natural, enduring, and eternally triumphant, into personal memory, which is human, brief, and eternally elusive. They turned a brutal story of injustice and abuse, an incoherent howl with no beginning or end, into a neatly structured story in which suicide was always held out as a possibility. They turned flight into freedom, even if freedom meant no more than the perpetuation of flight. They urged chaos into order, even if it was at the cost of what is commonly known as sanity.