Do you wanna get rid of your phobia,
then you gotta practice necrophilia
your life's running on the razor's edge
can you survive all the wreckage?
corpses never hurt you nor they scratch ya
no fuss bout caring saying i love ya
its all on you and your choices now
can you make all outta the advantage?
peeps might say you are a daemon
gross,gory,yuck suck and pathetic
they just cant get through their phobia
that's why they ignore necrophiliaaaaaahhhhh
If you wanna get rid of your phobia
then you gotta practice necrophilia
your life's running on the razor's edge,
can you survive all this wreckage?
your life's....ah ah ah ah ah ahah
then you gotta....ah ah ah ah ah ahah
necrophiliahhaahahahah for your phobiaaah..for your phobiaaahh...necrophilyeaaaaahhh!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
The Binary Poem
1100110...101010111....
10101011111, 11111, 010111100, 011111;
11000001111000, 111000000, 000010111;
1000001110001010, 00111101010;
11.....00....11....00....10...01...10!!
10101011111, 11111, 010111100, 011111;
11000001111000, 111000000, 000010111;
1000001110001010, 00111101010;
11.....00....11....00....10...01...10!!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Water, thy had done a slaughter
The running stream, like silent dream,
was ever fantasizing.
The drops of rain, like silent pain,
were always tantalizing.
The gift of God, a forceful nod,
no soul were anticipating.
The rains were high, then pains and sighs,
the water level rising.
The winds flew fast, like a softer blast,
the dams were overflowing.
The days were wet, the nights were wet,
the ground was seldom showing.
The people strive, trying to survive.
like a graveyard was floating.
Corpses here, and bodies there,
the scene was traumatizing.
The helpless cried, the needy died,
and homeless people mourning.
Mom and dad were never sad,
till they saw their dead son floating.
Brother, sister, son and daughter,
the families were shrinking.
oh lovely rain, your gushing stream
had done a deadly slaughter.
was ever fantasizing.
The drops of rain, like silent pain,
were always tantalizing.
The gift of God, a forceful nod,
no soul were anticipating.
The rains were high, then pains and sighs,
the water level rising.
The winds flew fast, like a softer blast,
the dams were overflowing.
The days were wet, the nights were wet,
the ground was seldom showing.
The people strive, trying to survive.
like a graveyard was floating.
Corpses here, and bodies there,
the scene was traumatizing.
The helpless cried, the needy died,
and homeless people mourning.
Mom and dad were never sad,
till they saw their dead son floating.
Brother, sister, son and daughter,
the families were shrinking.
oh lovely rain, your gushing stream
had done a deadly slaughter.
"Rain...thous shalt fall!"
Love the ambiance
love the sound
the music of the water
love is all it has to offer
Rain, thou shalt fall and shower your love
Rain thou shalt fall.
Rain, thou shalt fall,
the sand is deserted
clouds are seldom seen
love the touch of thy slow drops.
The land has gone through
years of lonely pain.
This year, rain, thou shalt fall.
Rain, thou shalt fall
the sun is winning, the long continual battle
screeching to the heat are dying our cattle
and Ah...a drop falls down the sky
wetting the unending floor
Alas, thank you God
as rain has opened its door,
Love the blue sky, love the wet ground
and love the humid smell
At last, Rain, I thank thou,
for casting upon us
your magic spell.
Rain, thank thou, but thou had ought to fall!
love the sound
the music of the water
love is all it has to offer
Rain, thou shalt fall and shower your love
Rain thou shalt fall.
Rain, thou shalt fall,
the sand is deserted
clouds are seldom seen
love the touch of thy slow drops.
The land has gone through
years of lonely pain.
This year, rain, thou shalt fall.
Rain, thou shalt fall
the sun is winning, the long continual battle
screeching to the heat are dying our cattle
and Ah...a drop falls down the sky
wetting the unending floor
Alas, thank you God
as rain has opened its door,
Love the blue sky, love the wet ground
and love the humid smell
At last, Rain, I thank thou,
for casting upon us
your magic spell.
Rain, thank thou, but thou had ought to fall!
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