Desensitizer

by Kaero Davis

  He is intensely tuned to all of nature around him; he feels it, it speaks to him – offers a comfort not one living person can, and all of nature feels for him – feels his internal pain and conflict with the individuality and will of all other human contact. Nature comforts him – promises him more and begs his faith and love in return. And he does.” – Salaminn.

  Ferry Man…A Prophecy

  Somewhere deep down in the hottest, darkest pits of hell,

  There is a sensitive young boy that shouldn’t dwell,

  It’s not what he does that sends him there,

  But the judgments of those who just cannot compare,

  What does it all matter?

  Why and how should anybody care?

  Let it be known inferiors,

  It’s you who sent him there,

  One day he will finally be free,

  Thanks to none of you,

  Someone pure will set him free,

  And that somebody knows what he’s been through,

  “The closer to death,

  That I pursue,

  Strengthens my will,

  And the prophecy true,”

  That boy in hell is now a man on earth,

  And his death will only be rebirth,

  He’ll become the ferryman and meet you at your end,

  Don’t think you can escape what awaits you round the bend,

  That sad sensitive young boy,

  Never learned of perfect joy,

  A sad existence lingering here,

  Pain, destruction, terror and tears,

  Never really knowing peace,

  The torture had increased,

  He finds solace in death itself,

  Awaiting freedom of this mortal hell,

  Betrayal of loved ones,

  The damage is done,

  Death is now calling,

  Maggots a’mauling..

  The closer to death,

  That I pursue,

  Strengthens my will,

  The prophecy true,

  The closer to death,

  That I pursue,

  Strengthens my will,

  The prophecy true,

  The closer to death,

  That I pursue,

  Only strengthens the will,

  The prophecy is true.

  Exit Scenario

  ““The Closer to death

  That I pursue,

  Strengthens my will

  And the prophecy true”

  “Meaning; he knows – and the further he’s pushed – the further his awaited journey becomes clear. The more it’s set in stone. There isn’t much for him to do on this mortal plane apart from learning more about what he’s capable of doing. Maintaining the balance and flow of energy he’s in contact and connected with. Feeding and fuelling his faith and securing this purpose. Memory wiped clean after each cycle. What he learns, what he encounters determines the future of his path – and upon each cycle – as predetermined by his nature and the will of forces all supernatural, whatever was will soon too come to be, just as much as the phrase – as above so below. Experience matters and it all repeats. Revelation come and go and is easily attained upon each experience – each lesson. And the closer the ferry man is driven toward death, the closer his experiences take him – the sooner the prophecy is fulfilled. What once was – will soon too come to be.

  He walks alone – works alone but is not fully alone. There are hundreds of others like him, having faced as similar as he. And once death has his grip – it’s choke-hold tight. And you’re not going anywhere other than your destined sentence. He’s a fear to behold and not one man alive knows his true name, those who’ve learnt it won’t dare utter it. A name of such brutality and preceding reputation it causes an instant flinch or twitch to have been heard. His vengeance is sanctified by the God below and seen passed by the God upstairs. Some say he’s a mutual middle-man for both sides – he’s more in favour to rebellion and having known nothing bar hell all his time – how couldn’t he think of anything the more comforting. He relishes it. He’s proud of it and he never looks back.” – Salaminn.

  Enter Scenario

  “Man will war with man. Man will kill man and be almost wiped out. Extremists who poorly interpret the word their God’s teach. Manipulation with fear and terror, control gained only in situations of panic rising. Energy fought for between fellow men – good friends, brothers. Feuds that rage and consume with hellish furies and nothing left to be proud of. Devastation lying all around – no matter where you look, buildings are blown to rubble – and the bodies of people in pieces and strewn all over the land. Where fires rage out of control and statistics of casualties are horrendously high. The greed of the power-hungry hypocrites’ war for reign. People spanning over country distances are shred to vapour by the rain of foreign and friendly fire. Apocalyptic cataclysms clashing over every far corner of the world, closing quick upon us once and for all. Too much power given away to men merely puppets, being told what to do by the highest bidding investors as the common whores our VIP leaders have become. Rights are being violated everywhere – and those with the power and influence are at the core. Why has no Aussie taken a hit at our prime minister yet? I can’t think of how many American presidents have had assassination attempts on. Governments by the courts who incite such word from a BIBLE – I hardly have any respect for anymore – no thanks, I’ll swear at the BIBLE before swearing on it. propaganda is something I will not tolerate – not by any hypocrite. Someone’s tainted the holy water at the Vatican. Fuck, I wish I were the one who pissed in it. religion has become far detached from its’ original intent – fuck it, who wants to live by it really when they’re preaching it 24-7 and never leading by example? thirsty work huh, hmmmm, care to have a fortified wine with me father?” – Rhawha.

  Four Threes of Seven

  Four to the three of seven,

  Connection with heaven severed,

  Energy lost to wander,

  Vampires swoon to squander,

  Man and God, one and the same,

  God eat God, psychic drain,

  Four to the three of seven,

  Severed the heaven connection,

  Energy lost, vampire wander,

  Starved, killed by hunger,

  God and Man, one and the same,

  Man eat Man, psychic drain,

  Four to the three of seven,

  Severed connection with heaven,

  Of earth, of dust, of fire,

  Vampire transpired,

  Backs turned, life adjourned,

  Blackened, burned, warning stern,

  Four to the three of seven,

  The heaven connection severed,

  Spin the cycle, desire sired,

  Of earth, of dust, of fire,

  A premonition, of demolition,

  Severed religions, falling kingdoms,

  Exit Scenario

  “Everybody’s losing touch, losing faith, losing their connection. We lost it long ago, but there are still thousands who try to grasp at the fraying threads of what grace once was. We are headed into a very bad era. It’s the countdown to extinction. Signs of the apocalypse are showing behind every leaf, under every stone. It’s too late to do something about it, sins are immortal but when die – they die hard. People with their supposed ‘clean hands’ have doomed us all. I’m afraid to say I’ve been born into a generation that’ll see the end of this world. I just wish I get to see my daughter – tell her I love her and give her a one last kiss and cuddle before some fuckwit finally decides to push the button and blow us all back to the dark ages. I’ve got mates who’re preparing – and preparing some more for it. this 3rd war, 3rd world war – is the fabled war in revelations. The war to end all wars – the holy war. War between the differen
ces in cultural beliefs, and I’m afraid to say I’ll be alive to see it within my lifetime. I’m saddened, angered, and it makes me want to butt heads with the fuckwit trouble makers. Shit, I would lead governments away from policing so much more and be the big brother we all want. Not control us nor control the flow of significant information. And certainly not to use anymore terror tactics, to force others to comply to their will. Why aren’t they caring for our beloved nations anymore? Everybody’s losing the plot and lies are being spun from every angle – who do you turn to? Where do you run? Turn to fight and run the risk of being knocked to the ground, and black-bagged.” – Rhawha.

  Enter Scenario

  “Have you ever been pushed to the edge and beyond by fuckers that’ve got nothing fucking better to do but fuck with you? Yeah, I’ve been there countless of times. Can’t seem to escape the shit… they just push and push and push at me. All for a bite – hoping that I fuckin’ snap just to feel justified at stuffing me back into my place. They fish on me for a reaction just to enjoy beating me back down. I first wrote this piece at just about the age of 15. Of course, like a lot of my other first drafts – needed editing – but the idea was there. This one moment in particular – like every other time I was listening to some heavy metal and the band being at that time (and is still one of my ultimate favourite bands) was Iron Maiden. Their ‘Seventh Son Of A Seventh Son’ album. The track was titled ‘The Prophecy’. This piece I’d written was intended to flow with a similar tempo to the track I was listening to. The music inspired me mainly but I had just manipulated a change in the lyrics. Lyrics that would better suit the situation I was currently in. I wasn’t happy with the original draft (occasionally I’m not but archive them safely away so that I might return to the idea itself later and reformulate the flow of the read.

  Once upon a time I was headed in a good orderly direction; then, family members (again, family members) jealous, misleading me down a path, manipulating me, contradicting themselves and just taking away more of the me they didn’t like, eventually turning me into something they ultimately despised worse. They’ll deny it but, and they’ll argue black and blue but it fucks them in the end when finally, I’ll have washed my hands clean and walked the fuck away. And I have.” – Kohrogg.

  From Wall to Fall

  Now that my madness has deeply consumed me,

  And I’m greatly stressed and disturbed,

  I fear I’m under and cursed,

  Though my nightmares haunt and persist,

  My skeletons will eventually break me,

  Even if people don’t already fear me,

  Demons are beneath all of this flesh,

  And will soon be chasing their lusts,

  Pray for my life – that I rid of my strife,

  That I can release my pain and begin to gain,

  God’s back is turned and my heart burns,

  No more eternal, poisonous words fill my journal,

  I’m pared back to my sadness, by atrocious abusing,

  My sanity’s long regressed and perturbed,

  I’m but stripped back to a thunderous thirst,

  Almost wish I didn’t exist,

  Corpses will soon lie before me,

  And after the places I’ve been,

  Feel like mulling up another sesh,

  And toke ’til I no longer feel disgust,

  My life is my own – and some need to know,

  And I get by fine – without spreading lies,

  But don’t think I’m exempted from being tempted,

  There’s nothing I won’t do – to people like you…

  Exit Scenario

  “There’s not a single thing they could say or do to repair the damages anymore. They broke me, broke my spirit, and whenever I feel at a compelling rage with surges of black bad negative electricity, I focus it all on them and I infect them with it. Kind of like meditating to purge myself of a build-up of anger, hate, and rage, and I feed it slowly back to them telepathically. And I almost feel better automatically. I think of them individually, see their face in my mind – and fill them with a venomous black darkness. I have learnt to drain the white-light energy of things and inject it back with my heinous, villainous anti-energy. That’s right, I can sap people of their energy, drain them but then infect them, feed them a blackened hurtful, hateful, painful pulsing energy. The downside of cutting off contact is that you don’t get to see the result of your sinister labour. But I really couldn’t give a good flying fuck about any of them now. I’m just glad that I have the power to pick out who choose to talk to or not.” – Kohrogg.

  Enter Scenario

  “Ever had a black haze where a memory of something should be? Ever had that feeling you were meant to do something but just couldn’t think of what it was? This piece was dedicated to just that, a complete block – a brick wall in the mind that you just can’t break through. I have plenty of those moments from time to time. I can’t blame alcohol as the cause – God knows I could but I won’t but rather use it myself as an aid in either loosening up for a good time or to wind down at the end of the day and relax – or, again as another use to deaden out the pain, whether emotional, physical, mental etcetera…no, I blame myself for taking it just that bit further than I should, being irresponsible with it and blacking out, or blanking out. I am aware alcohol can be a leading cause into dementia yet I’ll blame myself for not using it responsibly. Mind you there are plenty other ways we can forget about shit – alcohols just one of my favourites… this is ‘Fuck Knows What’, enjoy…” – Theine.

  Fuck Knows What

  I’m certain there was something I was meant to do,

  It’s possible that it may have been a due,

  Fuck knows what it was now,

  Wonder if I’ll remember somehow,

  It may have been something I desire,

  Could have been something dire,

  An itching, lurking feeling grows,

  But perhaps I may never know,

  I hope it wasn’t too important at all,

  But I just cannot recall,

  How would it just slip my mind?

  Hope it don’t place me in a bind,

  I just need another moment to think,

  GOD! What the fuckin’ hell was it?

  Why does it feel so important?

  I really don’t think I should ignore it,

  Fuck I hope I remember in time,

  I hate it when it slips my mind,

  I hope I wasn’t needed somewhere,

  I’m close to tearing out my hair,

  I’m sure there was something I had to do,

  And I have no absolute clue,

  I’ doubt that I’ll remember somehow,

  Fuck knows what it was now…

  Exit Scenario

  “Yeah, shit… buggered if I know what it was now that I was on about. Fuck’s me, well, it was either a lie or it wasn’t too important. It might come back to me later, I doubt it but we’ll see…

  I dunno, but let’s move on…” – Theine.

  Enter Scenario

  “I’m sitting in a dingy windowless stone cell. I have been accused of a robbery. In this time and place, this crime is punishable by death. It’s a time where chaos is fought back hard against with critical extremes.

  Authorities all, brutalize any who dare to toe the line. As a matter of fact, our government attempts to quash all crime by raising its’ tactics to imprison almost anyone insensitive to the laws.

  And ridiculous laws at that, there have been overcrowding in all the prisons that they have supplied ships docking in the harbour to host housing for criminals all alike before sending them to their often-sentenced fate, death.

  The robbery I am accused of was one to do with one of the biggest corporate banks around. Thieving from people who had unjustly earnt thousands
doing others wrong. I wanted to make it right – I wanted to take from them as they had taken from the society that held it afloat for the length of time that it was.

  I wanted to avenge the public, and I had good reason. My family suffered as much as any had. Poverty, sickness and even death. Our society wasn’t being looked after at all – we were being neglected. So, I’d attempted to take matters into my own hands.

  And now look at me, nabbed and awaiting death-row. I’ll never have a last chance at telling my family that I love them, and I will miss them. My two young daughters will be devastated. My wife will die of a broken heart.

  And all because I’d tried to begin correcting all the wrong our ‘beloved’ government has set on us all. In my last words I’ll tell them all I’ll see them in hell, I’m certain they’ll all be there themselves eventually. It’s just a matter of time. I think about my past – and of my family and of how terribly corrupt our corporate government has become.

  It’s a gloomy outlook and it doesn’t seem that any of it will ever change for the better – not in this lifetime – and mines almost up. I’m already preparing myself for what’s to come and my final request – as strange as it sounds – is a pen and paper to write my final word, my very last word;” – Buo.

  Gallows Walk

  I wish I ain’t done the shit I did,

  Nothin’ ain’t ever really worth this,

  I say my final prayers,

  In the time I got spare,

  In a moments time a hessian bag will be over my head,