Sometimes I Like To Stare Into The Face Of Death.

I love them,,,

glad to know people will still be experiencing this video for the first time this daylight savings

Oh, my knight in shining armour,

Why won't you leave me alone?

I find a great sense of humour

In the seat of your throne.

I would like to be left

In my great tower;

Don't justify your theft

To give yourself power.

_ E.C.N

Birdflash & Protective Damian Commission

it’s sad that something as beautiful as plastic surgery is being commercialized and commodified like this….

Not Enough to Save You

god loves you, they say, in whispers soft and light,

but love, it seems, is distant in the night.

a hand extended, just out of reach,

a promise held but never to beseech.

he watches close, with eyes like distant stars,

but you bear the burden of your scars.

you cry for mercy, hope for grace,

yet stand alone in this empty space.

the love they preach, a tether thin,

won't pull you out from where you've been.

you're left to walk the roads you pave,

god loves you—just not enough to save.

so tread the world with weary feet,

the love you seek, you may not meet.

for heaven waits beyond the sky,

but here on earth, you're left to try.

- me.

Kids Who Die

by Langston Hughes

This is for the kids who die, Black and white, For kids will die certainly. The old and rich will live on awhile, As always, Eating blood and gold, Letting kids die.

Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi Organizing sharecroppers Kids will die in the streets of Chicago Organizing workers Kids will die in the orange groves of California Telling others to get together Whites and Filipinos, Negroes and Mexicans, All kinds of kids will die Who don’t believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment And a lousy peace.

Of course, the wise and the learned Who pen editorials in the papers, And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names White and black, Who make surveys and write books Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die, And the sleazy courts, And the bribe-reaching police, And the blood-loving generals, And the money-loving preachers Will all raise their hands against the kids who die, Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets To frighten the people — For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people — And the old and rich don’t want the people To taste the iron of the kids who die, Don’t want the people to get wise to their own power, To believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together

Listen, kids who die — Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you Except in our hearts Maybe your bodies’ll be lost in a swamp Or a prison grave, or the potter’s field, Or the rivers where you’re drowned like Leibknecht But the day will come — You are sure yourselves that it is coming — When the marching feet of the masses Will raise for you a living monument of love, And joy, and laughter, And black hands and white hands clasped as one, And a song that reaches the sky — The song of the life triumphant Through the kids who die.

concept: a death god that is actually surprisingly supportive and on the side of the good guys, supporting actions and promoting policies that will lead to the kingdom growing and thriving instead of being destroyed, because the more the kingdom grows, the more people there are, and the more people there are the more people will eventually  die, and when you’re an immortal god of death, you know there’s no need to rush. you’ll get them all in the end