Metal Reviews

how can you do that with the chainmail+helmet and shit? :?

My sword is my eyes. No, my sword are my eyes. No, that's not right either...

He peels his eyes with his sword.

I sword my peel with my eyes, actually.

I hug, kiss, and shake hands with my sword. I am a lone wolf.

Trust you to make the innuendos, it was perfectly clean until you came along.

You kiss it?!

When you die, there is nothing.

Souls do not exist. Reincarnation does not happen. You are a mass of organic matter field-tested over a thousand years, two parental units copulate to create you, and then you will die and rot and other things walk on your corpse.

If that doesn't make you warm and fuzzy inside nothing will.

I don't kiss it, I kiss other people WITH it. Ohhhh, you!

....And YOUR point being?

We can't possibly know anything about it. God, the afterlife, souls, there is nothing we can know about them except that we know nothing of them.

But mostly what Dead Machine said.

Of course not, so that's your idea. Umm I still think like that. I still think that ignorance is the poison we have devoured. But I do believe that space and time can solve it too.

Eternity...

Just a random lyric that came to mind. No hidden wisdom in this one-liner.

Define Infinity.......your name's not Clifton is it? :shock:

Oh yes there is.

Here another poem that I wrote:


Pain of Existence

As I flew through the forests of the unholy,
I saw a leaf of deep green,
A green of deception,
A greed for knowledge,
A temptation of pure humanity and absolute ignorance as I went into demise,
An orient death of blackness,


… And then complete subdue

Not bad, but the other one's better.........Clifton.

If there is a God, He is condemned:

Vested by whom?
He has created the most aggressive dimension… time!
He has remission of leper kind.
He has embedded curtsy and arrogance...
For human to contemplate
… But He is far beyond ignorant




A delusion of signs!
Signs are not amicable to ignorance.



A confined circle of eternal chaotic silence and incomprehensible shadows.

Here's a sorrowful short Story.



“A wound that had a confined soul”

A desert of sigh and lament
I climbed the unclimbed stone of the enemy,
And I saw the sun; the sun that was going into a demise, which I thought it would never rise again.
The day was condemned by the darkness of the night which was devouring me slowly in to it.
My fellow men were whispering into my ears but I was in contemplation of a portrait of Death. He shook my shoulder; when I looked back, there was nothing but the beauty of the desert, as my lips were getting dryer. My eyes were bleeding as the storm began. My heart was beating as it was right beside my hands and I could feel it moving. I tried to move along but my legs were nothing but the angel’s corpse.

So, I closed my eyes; it was a rainy day but the sunlight was astonishing as it was reflecting itself in the river of Gnostics. The clouds were smiling at me, the moon had no sorrow and the trees were dancing as God was singing the anthem of peace. As I tried to open my eyes but I could not, I saw a white silk beauty skin with eyes as the angel’s newborn child and the shining that was a soother to the wolf.


I opened my eyes but all I saw was a window of an old and obscure room with shadows and dust… I was found.

Of course there is.

You're quite a poetic dude, btw.

Cheers man!