What the Hell
Dear Thunder Bay
Am I the only person left alive? Is it really this zombie state? Looks like it's time to hide out in second floor apratment and strongholds in basements. I'm Not Okay. Yes, I realized it was bad when I left, but man... I can SEE the devolution, retardation. I see all your moves, I see all your downplays, I see all your jealousies. And yea, this time I really am just done. I am elite. I have my little room, my girl, and my pen.
This summer is mine and mine alone.
I'm not wasting my time on the living dead. I am the life you require. Not willing to listen? Oh well, they're your ears not mine. Be weary of false prophets for they come in many shades, hues, and tones. I am Malachy Charles Korpi, the judgement of the wicked. Let the hellfires rain from the skies, the mountains boil and a thick ASH cover your lands.
Smoke yourself pregnant and fry your brain beyond computation. Fuck if I care, I'm just a tool, an instrument of God, and I gotta do what I was designed to do. Judge all of you....
You think this is easy? Salvation is possible. Implausible, yes, but possible none the less. It's, really, up to you, dear friends... Rise up! Fight the stagnation. Be true to yourself, don't put it off, don't put it on someone else. OWN UP to your fucking past failuries, insecurities, faults, and weaknesses. FACE yourself, and fucking be HONEST with who and what you are.. Cloud.. A puppet.
Listen to the voices in your head. Listen to the voices in your heart. Litsten to the ones that hurt, and understand what they meant when they cut you. Believe me, there is reason.
It's not for nothing, but if you give up and die, Cloud Strife, then maybe it were.
You can do it, but I won't believe in you. I'm tired of dragging things through the dust, only to have them sink back into darkness. I will sit in this room, alone, writing stories of the future, until that future comes true. A dreamers banished obscurity...
Sometimes I really really do feel I am the only real, living, conscious thing in this world.
And all of the rest of it is just my imaginings. Well, it's a big universe. Maybe I'll find someone else who can open these portals...
Looking for Gus Daniar, I will sign off leaving you with this:
Was it worth it?
Love Always Malachy Charles Chaos Korpi
Am I the only person left alive? Is it really this zombie state? Looks like it's time to hide out in second floor apratment and strongholds in basements. I'm Not Okay. Yes, I realized it was bad when I left, but man... I can SEE the devolution, retardation. I see all your moves, I see all your downplays, I see all your jealousies. And yea, this time I really am just done. I am elite. I have my little room, my girl, and my pen.
This summer is mine and mine alone.
I'm not wasting my time on the living dead. I am the life you require. Not willing to listen? Oh well, they're your ears not mine. Be weary of false prophets for they come in many shades, hues, and tones. I am Malachy Charles Korpi, the judgement of the wicked. Let the hellfires rain from the skies, the mountains boil and a thick ASH cover your lands.
Smoke yourself pregnant and fry your brain beyond computation. Fuck if I care, I'm just a tool, an instrument of God, and I gotta do what I was designed to do. Judge all of you....
You think this is easy? Salvation is possible. Implausible, yes, but possible none the less. It's, really, up to you, dear friends... Rise up! Fight the stagnation. Be true to yourself, don't put it off, don't put it on someone else. OWN UP to your fucking past failuries, insecurities, faults, and weaknesses. FACE yourself, and fucking be HONEST with who and what you are.. Cloud.. A puppet.
Listen to the voices in your head. Listen to the voices in your heart. Litsten to the ones that hurt, and understand what they meant when they cut you. Believe me, there is reason.
It's not for nothing, but if you give up and die, Cloud Strife, then maybe it were.
You can do it, but I won't believe in you. I'm tired of dragging things through the dust, only to have them sink back into darkness. I will sit in this room, alone, writing stories of the future, until that future comes true. A dreamers banished obscurity...
Sometimes I really really do feel I am the only real, living, conscious thing in this world.
And all of the rest of it is just my imaginings. Well, it's a big universe. Maybe I'll find someone else who can open these portals...
Looking for Gus Daniar, I will sign off leaving you with this:
Was it worth it?
Love Always Malachy Charles Chaos Korpi