Post by owensrevenge on Nov 5, 2005 22:07:09 GMT
it will reach into your mind. sometimes there is no emotional intent. it's just well composed music from well practiced musicians. it will clear your mind. sometimes in a psycadelic way.
but then times when it does have emotion. it does have an atmosphere. sometimes it's that aggressive push forward through malice that a young unappreciated adolescent has to put up with. sometimes it's the trigger and sound of rebellion. the voice of thousands of "unimportant losers" screaming their message to the world of the blind, where the narrow minded one eyed man is king. sometimes it's the low saddening lament of those who lost the fight. but sometimes it's the glorious calls of those who succeeded in doing what was right.
sometimes it's a proffesion of hatred. sometimes it's a proffesion of love. but never is it afraid to express itself. never is it held back. always, it will shine through the black filth that is thrown on it by the ignorant. a light that shines for all those who are not blind to see. open to anyone with the courage and will power to break out of the box.
Sometimes it's obscene. sometimes it's serene. always, it is the honest oppinions of an artist.
And sometimes it will call out to all it's followers. to all those who thank the artist. a call out to remind people of their mission. to remind people of they're loyalty to them. a sign of love.
These artists are gods who reveal themselves to their worshippers and encourage their worshippers to keep going. to keep fighting.
for freedom
for individuality
for personal fullfilment.
maybe you think i'm an adolescent fool. maybe you think i'm a hopeless freak living in world of my own. f**k you. a world of my own, with thousands of others who think your critisism is only worth a finger.
Proudly, i hold a sword of Metal.
but then times when it does have emotion. it does have an atmosphere. sometimes it's that aggressive push forward through malice that a young unappreciated adolescent has to put up with. sometimes it's the trigger and sound of rebellion. the voice of thousands of "unimportant losers" screaming their message to the world of the blind, where the narrow minded one eyed man is king. sometimes it's the low saddening lament of those who lost the fight. but sometimes it's the glorious calls of those who succeeded in doing what was right.
sometimes it's a proffesion of hatred. sometimes it's a proffesion of love. but never is it afraid to express itself. never is it held back. always, it will shine through the black filth that is thrown on it by the ignorant. a light that shines for all those who are not blind to see. open to anyone with the courage and will power to break out of the box.
Sometimes it's obscene. sometimes it's serene. always, it is the honest oppinions of an artist.
And sometimes it will call out to all it's followers. to all those who thank the artist. a call out to remind people of their mission. to remind people of they're loyalty to them. a sign of love.
These artists are gods who reveal themselves to their worshippers and encourage their worshippers to keep going. to keep fighting.
for freedom
for individuality
for personal fullfilment.
maybe you think i'm an adolescent fool. maybe you think i'm a hopeless freak living in world of my own. f**k you. a world of my own, with thousands of others who think your critisism is only worth a finger.
Proudly, i hold a sword of Metal.