|
[26 Sep 2007|12:02am] |
Immortal life would suck. Sure, we’d be able to live forever, we’d be able to see the fall of cities and the birth of new generations, but we’d see it all. Everyone we meet, everything we see, will eventually crumble to dust.
People try as they may to be remembered; the Egyptians and their pyramids, Rome and it’s history of power and bloodshed. But it appears that the only true way to be immortal is to pass on your ideas, your knowledge and power to….anything, really. The most famous pieces of writing, the most primal qualities of man – how we created and shaped our own ends – we were taught that. We learned that from a book, a movie or some other third thing.
People place so much on trying to find the secret of invincibility. We try so hard to extend our lifespan. If we eat right, if we exercise, if we jog that extra mile, or eat that last piece of broccoli, we’ll add, say, five years onto our life. That sounds like fun. We’ll sacrifice what we want to do for a few more days of eating broccoli.
We sacrifice so much to make sure that we can get what we want, whether it be out of life, or out of ourselves. We try to push ourselves to be the best at what we do best. If you are a band nerd, be a band nerd. If you are an artist, be an artist. If you are a gymnast, be a gymnast. But do it the way you want it to be done. Don’t sacrifice what you want for what others want you to.
The Middle Ages people had it right. They had good food, good wine, and good fun. It was the time of pure ideas, pure poetry, and those with prophecies stepped forth to change the shape of the world. But the Middle Ages crumbled. They give birth to the Industrial Revolution, “the Metal Age,” where we put all our time and money into putting forth cold, un-feeling machines. We say that civilization is taking great leaps, that we’re constantly bettering ourselves. That the human life is worth more – it is. And we are. But we’re sacrificing so much to get to that point. We’re trying to be the best at what we can without realizing that it’s being happy with what we have. We have modern technology, we have ovens, phones, power tools and construction machinery. Just when we think we’ve got it, someone tells us that it’s wrong.
We live, and in that space we face the challenges and successions of life, facing our own personal battles and overcoming our obstacles. We carry our burdens and sometimes others with pride. We live life. We have good food, good wine, good friends and good fun. We have what we need. Immortality would suck because we’d figure out how to cheat – we’d fly past the obstacles, and our personal battles would be something along the lines of David versus Goliath. The point of life is to get all we can out of it, that we live for what we yearn for. If we live forever, we’ll have no purpose. We’ll live to continue our own existence. Life would become cruel, dull and meaningless. Life for something. Don’t let it become meaningless. Die for something. Seek immortality not in yourself, seek it in you accomplishments, your achievements, and what you pass on and give to others.
|
|
| nice necro lyrics |
[26 Sep 2007|09:31pm] |
Nothin like a dead pastor, splattered all over concrete like plaster
Im sabath I blast from this disaster
I provide you with intricate, Sadistic shit
To guide you but diss the click, we'll divide you like arithmatic
Ridin with the pistol grips sliding down low in conspicuous
Were not sliding the biscuit clip
Buck at your release bullets inside you bitch
And if your in a car we'll pull upside of it
You know the rest, the pressure hurts
Bumped in your chest again, you'll be using your best efforts
Tuckin your intestines in, like dress shirts
A proffesional hit, your fucked like molested kids in church
We're cave beings, we crave seeing death like arabians
Stabbing your flesh like Linda Coursavien
Numerous punctures, its humourous how a human crumbles when juxed
Thats how the universe functions
I have the ability, to mentaly deatatch myself from emotion
And the agility to dementadly slash your flesh with a motion
During a comotion whats occuring is a promotion
When I crack you in public, all you see is the blur of an explosion
Im pure corrosion of conformity, I love deformity
Like slice faces like shrapnel from bunkers in Normandy
I observe you as non existant
the nerve of you to think your sadistic
Your an assistant
The piss ant
An unrealistic a bitch ass, you kiss ant
A dumb sistic vibrosic spastic that piss in his pants
If you see a stranger, stabbing a stranger
Dont get involved that shill will be stranger
When your in danger, of your life being taken
Over something, that wasnt a major concern of yours
Now your in surgery, cause an your artery got cut with a razor
Ya played yaself you walk your line in life
Dont go batty, this rap I kick is deep like the shit Manson told Patty
|
|