HateMadness- The Depraved God (544 hits)
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Submitted by Draqus (View user info) at 2005-06-13 14:45:38 EDT
"They sure do let some bullshit in here, these days."
He turns, and there it is: the ego, the snivelling shit with the inflated sense of self-importance, the tag-along bastard who's worse than the ringleader.
The words, said loud enough to carry, quiet enough to shy away from provocation; the coward's way of asserting dominance.
Buggered if he'll let it stand.
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There was once when he would have: a long time ago, when he was a different person: when he was the Face That Didn't Fit. The last-picked, first-kicked, always abandoned, never sure-handed, forever clumsy; the one who always said the wrong words at the right time, the right gestures in the wrong way.
He remembered the bad days in the formative years. So many days and nights, beaten hard on the anvil of life, on the ground amongst the bigger boys, the bitches, the bastards; such barbarity can only end in two ways.
He had a choice, back then, and whatever choice he made, it would be final: never any going back, for the knife cuts deep, leaves profound scars, wounds that never truly heal, that define movement for the rest of years.
No matter what, he had to submit utterly to the flames of hate and vengeance, and either let it consume him utterly, destroy him, leave him withered, a husk, or he could be galvanised, and let the hate of others fuel him, and give him purpose, and let him say: I will not be your bitch, your pin-cushion, your slave; I shall be your god, and you will bow to me and beg for mercy.
He chose the latter: he fed off others' loathing and let it direct him and give him guidance. It made him grow, and he became stronger for it, stronger than them, the bastards, the bitches, the bigger boys.
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"They sure do let some bullshit in here, these days."
To the bastard, he snarled, with no holding back, no consideration for others:
"They sure do let some pussies in here, these days."
The gauntlet was down; the bastard looked around, and his friends said, yes, you can take him, he's easy, because he was just a rat, a plaything running with the crowd because he feared, and loathed to save from loathing.
"Have you got a problem with me?" he said to the bastard, and the bastard stood, and his false bravado replied:
"Yes; I do have a fucking problem, dipshit."
And he fought, and let the hate of the bastard drive him, let it give him strength, until the world was a place of pain, and reactions, blind fists and brutal blows. He allowed the beast inside him take control, allowed it to show the bastard who he was, and what he was made of, and you'll never mess with me again so long as you live, shit-pile.
And finally the bastard lay, whimpering in a pool of sweat and blood and tears and fear, and he stood over him, looking down, the victor victorious, conqueror over conquered, his blood satiated, the animal within glutted on an orgy of barbarity.
"You still have a problem with me?" he sneers.
And then it hits him, with a force greater than any knock from the bastard, and he looks at what he has become, what he has done to the bastard, lying on the ground, wallowing in defeat, his "friends" behind laughing and applauding good sport in their heads, already thinking scores, and memorising the best for playback over beers.
The hate of others drove him, and thus he became a creature of hate, a vileness worse than that which he sought to overcome; the depraved god.
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Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-06-15 20:23:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
good shit
Submitted by Chillax (user info) at 2005-06-15 19:46:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
That's the best description of our fight I've ever heard.
Submitted by Draqus (user info) at 2005-06-14 06:09:33 EDT (#)
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You and me are at peace now, shitfuck.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2005-06-14 02:49:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
The new Oasis single hit Canada maybe two weeks ago.
Take it back.
Submitted by kai070169 (user info) at 2005-06-13 15:45:06 EDT (#)
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Pierre ribbit de Ronsard : Je n'ai ribbit plus que les os.
Je n'ai plus ribbit ribbit que les os, un squelette je semble,
décharné, dénervé, ribbit démusclé, dépoulpé,
que le trait de la ribbit ribbit mort sans pardon a frappé.
Je n'ose voir CROAK ribbit mes bras que de peur je ribbit ne tremble.
Apollon et son fils, deux ribbit grands maîtres, ensemble
ne me ribbit sauraient guérir; leur métier m'a trompé.
Adieu plaisant soleil; mon oeil est étoupé, ribbit ribbit,
mon corps s'en va descendre où tout se ribbit désassemble.
CROAK Quel ribbit ami me voyant en ce point dépouillé
ne remporte au ribbit logis un oeil ribbit triste et mouillé,
me ribbit bibbit consolant au lit et me ribbit baisant la face,
en essuyant ribbit mes yeux par la mort endormis?
Adieu, chers compagnons, ribbit adieu mes chers amis,
je m'en vais le ribbit ribbit CROAK premier vous préparer la place.
Submitted by Draqus (user info) at 2005-06-13 15:08:22 EDT (#)
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Viciousriffs: part of the point is the ambiguity, but I take your point. Thanks for the criticism.
Submitted by Viciousriffs (user info) at 2005-06-13 14:58:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Decent quality in detail, but too abstract- what are you getting at here? Who are you referencing, or is this just a random post? Too much left to the imagination= the writer should have put a little more detail in. Not trying to be a prick, just trying to help out a bit.
Submitted by Ivy (user info) at 2005-06-13 14:56:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This was written really well, I liked this a lot.
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2005-06-13 14:55:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
better than Lucas!
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2005-06-13 14:54:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Pierre de Ronsard : Je n'ai plus que les os.
Je n'ai plus que les os, un squelette je semble,
décharné, dénervé, démusclé, dépoulpé,
que le trait de la mort sans pardon a frappé.
Je n'ose voir mes bras que de peur je ne tremble.
Apollon et son fils, deux grands maîtres, ensemble
ne me sauraient guérir; leur métier m'a trompé.
Adieu plaisant soleil; mon oeil est étoupé,
mon corps s'en va descendre où tout se désassemble.
Quel ami me voyant en ce point dépouillé
ne remporte au logis un oeil triste et mouillé,
me consolant au lit et me baisant la face,
en essuyant mes yeux par la mort endormis?
Adieu, chers compagnons, adieu mes chers amis,
je m'en vais le premier vous préparer la place.
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The first time I read that poem, it was accompanied by this painting.
I liked it a lot. +2
Submitted by tinactin (user info) at 2005-06-13 14:52:25 EDT (#)
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I didnt even realize you were doing hatemadness.
Submitted by morontian (user info) at 2005-06-13 14:49:05 EDT (#)
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