* dedicated to The Amity Affliction, Chasing Ghosts – (The Martyrs names will live on, the ISIS soldiers names will be forgotten like ghosts in the New Heaven and Earth) - http://youtu.be/g2BI3Fww1vA
* dedicated to Thursday, Signals Over The Air – (ISIS is using media to further their message, baptized in the blood of innocent Christian martyrs) - http://youtu.be/pejvzJZSLpw
* dedicated to Thursday, Marches and Maneuvers - http://youtu.be/lbfZScZiptM
-----------------------/All Roman Roads Eventually Lead to Blood and Paradise
At the end of our lives,
cold wind gusts will force our torsos,
the flayed part of us not nailed down,
to ricochet against wood violently,
clangoring just as loud as our screams
that cynically attest “All Roads
Lead To Rome.” Pelted by stones,
and ravens orbiting our heads, humiliating
hissing of throngs of unenlightened barbarians
stir us in and out
of consciousness, our
blood cascading from hands and feet
likely now infected by the rust
and filth of overused nails,
the societal pernicious smirk
of Caesar Augustus
on all those deemed nonconformists.
We recall that there is no
judiciary for those who serve the God Mars,
only myopia. Only the swift implementation
of guilt
and subjugation for those who refuse to genuflect
to a crass empire that might as well burn,
secret imprecations of the condemned
walked beneath triumphal arches to their deaths
on crosses.
After the unceremonious whipping
and plodding up winding roads laden with
the patibulum
that will usher into Jerusalem angels of death,
our eyes glazed over, we will see visions
of Paradise
through the haze of our inner most fears.
Though Pontius Pilate condemns,
we look up to a Loving Father with
arms open wide, commending our spirits
to a celestial refuge with emerald streets,
before sending down his
armies of vindication, consigning the Praetorian
and it all stands for
to a lake of burning sulfur,
dipping each and every Roman citizen
slowly.
the blood of martyrs is the seed of the Church - Tertullian
(The foot of Michael the Archangel on their necks as they await their turn at the end of Time)
--------------Luke 23:36-44
And the soldiers also mocked him, coming to him, and offering him vinegar, And saying, If thou be the king of the Jews, save thyself. And a superscription also was written over him in letters of Greek, and Latin, and Hebrew, This Is The King Of The Jews. And one of the malefactors which were hanged railed on him, saying, If thou be Christ, save thyself and us. But the other answering rebuked him, saying, Dost not thou fear God, seeing thou art in the same condemnation? And we indeed justly; for we receive the due reward of our deeds: but this man hath done nothing amiss. And he said unto Jesus, Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom. And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, Today shalt thou be with me in paradise. And it was about the sixth hour, and there was a darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour.
------Chasing Ghosts Lyrics
Will they remember my name when I'm gone
(when they know what I did was so f*g wrong)
Put the steel to my wrist, lost the breath in my chest
(just to forget all the wrongs I had left)
I took the exit, left my friends in the gutter
(left my life right behind me, left myself, left it all)
Left myself, left it all, not a falter, not a stutter
Not a note, and now?
(there’s nothing at all)
Are you at all haunted by memories past?
Are you ready to make this one breath your last?
Is your chest so heavy you're ready to leave?
Or are you just hoping that someone will grieve?
And now we roll on...
I'm gone now,
I don't remember much,
I just know that I would have been better off if I had stayed,
Spoken to a friend,
Let my heart keep on beating and not given it all up
For the grave, for the grave
There's no one there on the other side (other side)
There's nothing more than what I had.
There's no ghost left to haunt you so you know I'm still here,
Just the end of my life nothing left here at all.
There's no memories here, just the regrets of the dead,
Please don't follow my footsteps - cherish all you have left.
Are you at all haunted by memories past?
Are you ready to make this one breath your last?
Is your chest so heavy you’re ready to leave?
Or are you just hoping that someone will grieve?
There's no one there on the other side
(there's no one there on the other side)
There's nothing more than what I had
(there's no ghost left to haunt you).
There's no ghosts
There's no memories here
Just the regrets of the dead
Please don't follow in my footsteps
Cherish all you have left
There's no memories here (memories here)
Just the regrets of the dead (regrets of the dead)
Please don't follow in my footsteps (my footsteps)
Cherish all you have left.
Are you at all haunted by memories past?
Are you ready to make this one breath your last?
Is your chest so heavy you’re ready to leave?
Or are you just hoping that someone will grieve?
Are you at all haunted by memories past? (memories past)
Are you ready to make this one breath your last? (breath your last)
Is your chest so heavy you’re ready to leave? (ready to leave)
Or are you just hoping that someone will grieve? (someone will grieve)
-------------Signals Over The Air Lyrics
this is what you see when you look in my direction:
incandescent corsets draw eyes tight like wires.
this is how it feels,
calling out but no one even hears
the signals that we send over the air
over the air
over the air
over the air.
when you say my name,
i want to split it from your lips
and hide like whispers in the rain.
when you say (when you say) my name (when you say it)
i want to stop it in your lungs
and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
is this how it feels
when you dont even fit into your own skin?
and its getting tighter,
every day i'm getting smaller
if i keep holding my breath i'm going to disappear.
when you say my name,
i want to split it from your lips
and hide like whispers in the rain.
when you say (when you say) my name (when you say it)
i want to stop it in your lungs
and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
there's no where to hide.
they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.
there's no where to hide.
they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on.
if i keep holding my breath, all of this will fade away.
if you keep driving we'll be lying in the wreck.
changing the shape,
folding like an envelope to keep each other in.
shattered glass, broken looks, and mascara gets
washed away by windshield wiper blades
safe, safe
when you say (when you say) my name (when you say my name),
i want to split it from your lips
and hide like whispers in the rain.
when you say (when you say) my name (my name)
i want to stop it in your lungs
and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
there's no where to hide.
they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.
there's no where to hide.
they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.
that's where we hide
the love and lies and sex, on the radio.
------Marches and Maneuvers Lyrics
this is a war we live and the sides are drawn (the sides are drawn).
and we're all wrapped up in fatigues and they wear us out (wear us out).
there is a storm at sea.
if we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky, will the red sun rise?
(the taste of your kerosine lips burn me up)
if we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky, will the red sun rise?
rise, glare from your enemy sights make me go blind/blinds
divide the sunlight into thin strips, the size of a blade, in this trench that we dig for ourselves.
fourscore and fade. glare with the enemy heat of the bodies in the bed. no retreat.
this is a war we live in. now we're up in arms (up in arms)
with our heads pressed against the wall and it's wearing thin (and wearing thin).
these are the screams we swallow,
if we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky, will the red sun rise?
(the taste of your kerosine lips burn me up)
if we fly a white flag under a black and blue sky, will the red sun rise?
rise, the glare from your enemy sights make me go blind
this is our war
administer the pill (keep fighting)
before the cell divides (keep marching)
we'll both go down like toy soldiers.
this is a war
threats and picket lines (keep fighting)
are forming around our beds (keep marching)
and the landmines in our chests will all go off in time.
if we trip each other into this,
do you think we'll find a way out?
we've synthesized a compound to treat this conscience, it's:
one part loss, one part no sleep, one part the gun shot we heard,
one part the screams mistaken for laughter, one part everything after,
one part love, one part stepping out of the driving rain,
one part parting ways, in the cold apartment. don't look back,
just keep running down the stairs. do you hear the footsteps?
can you hear voices in the traffic, communiques in the attic?
they say, after time, all this will heal,
we will rebuild and these broken arms will mend themselves in our embrace.
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