I am as the fires of hell in which I fell
Among the burning worlds
Watching creation create devastation
Ice cold hidden in space's fold
Among the stars gazing from afar
A soul whole but still black as coal
Call me sin for in a game of wits and life Ill always win
My blood is made of gin and wine
Filthier then swine
After all of lifes pleasures will I pine
I am someone new, the old me I out grew
Lets decide if two trains will collide?
By normal rules I do not abide
My gestures obscene but my word(s)so keen
Loved for my greatness and hated for mine brilliance
May jealous fools speak empty words for they are sad and I am mad(insane)
They are in pain and I am rich
Call me vain and mock mine works
But your silly little quirks are vain themselves you over tarnished fools
Your reputations are so lacquered in thine own glory and pride that you not notice your hory bride
Try and oppose me and see what will happen!
If you **ck with me you **ck with the Devil himself
Ill have you torn from your high throne
Do you not realize you sit and stand so high your head upon air?!
What care I for the words of such a fool(s)
A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.
Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.
I love power. But it is as an artist that I love it. I love it as a musician loves his violin, to draw out its sounds and chords and harmonies.
As you make your bed, so you must lie in it.
Daniel J. Boorstin
All great movements are popular movements. They are the volcanic eruptions of human passions and emotions, stirred into activity by the ruthless Goddess of Distress or by the torch of the spoken word cast into the midst of the people.
All propaganda has to be popular and has to accommodate itself to the comprehension of the least intelligent of those whom it seeks to reach.
Simply because horrid men do evil things that is not reason for us not to partake from their wisdom and intellect. It is a crime to ignore their workings and leave their great but evil workings unrecognized.