oh you're so blindingly beautiful, I cannot look upon you for I fear for my sanity, yet I cannot look away how have you cast this spell upon me, enslaved me what witchery floods your flesh to hold me in sway
how herculean your smallest finger, elegant yet perverse that you dangle me so, dare I gainsay your slightest whim? draw your razor nails across my face I beg of you and the scars I will cherish to the very end of days
the flaming agony that burns me when you look away stay near me this torture I cannot endure every inch apart is a mile that drowns me deeper smother me, breath on me ere I suffocate in ecstasy
a sigh from your luscious lips and I am tethered to the ground to be the living tapestry that breaks your footfall drop a single tear on me my queen, white hot and acid to burn through my soul and ignite my suffering
if you were wrought in marble an altar I would build for you crimson lips and rosy cheeks, from my veins the pigment drawn gaze upon your form I shall until my withered heart stopped tear it out I would if my unworthy claret could awaken you
make not eyes at him coquettishly o magnificent one lest I lay his head at your feet with bleeding hands threaten not to leave me o coy apple of my eye a travesty be it for the slave to strangle his goddess
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Possible lyrics for Aural Discord's next composition. .......
into liberation so it begins screaming at life seen though gore covered eyes stare past the end that stares you in the face it beckons you at every step you take
love, hate, anger, victory and defeat sweat, toil and hands you fought to take lies for profit and friendships faked culminates in a melting pot of suffering
hope and revel in happiness fleeting heights you scaled will erode to nothingnes you cannot deny your birth right the shadow that haunts you even in darkness
hoarded luxuries slip thorugh crackling bones beg a stranger's kindness to wet your parched lips as you drift towards skythe wielding serenity screaming in transit to your next stop, purgatory and into confinement so it ends
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Intended to serve as lyrics for Aural Discord's first track. Written while in office, at night, of course.
The Absence Of Innocence
self inflicted wounds, from beyond birth inherited pain the generous are the first to go, pay with virtue for a hasty end walk a road of yellow bricks slick with lost wayfarers' blood trust your friend to stab your back unless you are the first with the blade
infant face reminds you of the grave facades of deception make you a knave sanctuary is burnt, no place to hide see the smile edged with fangs vile
burn.. all shreds of good must die flee.. but you won't save your life scream.. no one will hear you cry hope.. how do u see with no eyes?
burn.... flee.. scream... there is no hope...
virtue is the shackle you will be hung by merry fiends brawl for a dead hero's limbs trodden bones of the righteous make sands for the blight Elysian fields vanish to reveal a pit of agony
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Written on August 5th, 2009 while in the office. It's a poya day and I'm still at work at 11.30pm. The title was given to me by Pravin J. when he sent me a recorded guitar sample and asked me to write lyrics for it.
For this, I only had to search within.
The Blessed Dead Among Us
do u know why you're alive? do know why you're living a lie? everyday's but a clutching battle for things that fuel your rancid mind
a foul sunrise and a day begins but yesterday's misery hasn't ended drag your feet to the slaughterhouse earn hatred for selling shreds of life
won't the grim reaper come to release me how I long for thee o sire of my love there's no hope I know you will not save me long ago did death take his own life
grit my teeth and bear the pain sounds of wrath blast in my ears how I hate you lovely people see you die in my happy nightmare
who gives a fuck if my life is ended my own hand that holds the blade fill a coffin and a house empties will the worms like me better than i?
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Well, this is a little late. Even more so seeing as how I finished the game over a month ago. But never got down to writing about it. So here goes.
Well, you all know what a graphics hungry beast Crysis is. It truly was the Mt. Everest to my gaming rig. I was able to play at 1920*1200 res, with 2XAA and everything set to very high. The game was plenty playable, with sustained framerates above 30. But at the final level, (the boss battle on the carrier) the frames did slow down some.
I played on Hard difficulty, so needless to say I had to reload many, many times. The most memorable things I take away from the game are the levels inside the spaceship. From the gravity-less floating around to the crystal/icicle encrusted walls, from the ghostly aliens coming at you from every direction while you're trying to get your bearings rolling around in empty space, to the pulsing energy transfer line, it was one of the most beautiful and well though out environments in a game I've ever played. Although it was a tad funny how in some nooks and crannies inside the ship[ one could find human weapons with the right kind of ammo for it close by. :)
I felt the game ended a bit too suddenly, but then again by that time I guess the player's been through every kind of scenario the game had to offer. From tank battles to stealth missions and from flying an uber-cool aircraft to just plain run and gun carnage, the action was pretty much non-stop all the time.
To sum it up, just the Oohs and aahs I got from visitors to my place who got a chance to see how Crysis was meant to be played, made the big bucks I buried under my rig worthwhile. Now I look forward to continuing the carnage at the island in Prophet's shoes in Crysis:Warhead.
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Yesterday, after my lectures were done for the day, I called home from the campus. It was my mom who answered. After a lil chit chat, she tells me this tale, and I can sense that she's shaken and very upset.
She starts by telling me how two Muslim men were dragging a young cow past our home. I, not wanting to hear tales of animal suffering yell at her "why are you telling me this?".
And she goes on. Apparently the cow/calf was screaming her poor head off, not wanting to be dragged off to whatever doom she sensed was coming. My mom had heard her wails from far away and was on the lookout to see what the cause could be. And as the two men were passing our house, she called a passerby for help and went up to those two men to see if she could save the calf. She offered them money, begging them to leave the calf and name whatever amount they wanted. But alas, they refused to part with the calf, claiming that she wasn't being taken to be slaughtered, but rather to some "pooja" (ritual), despite all my mother's pleading.
A little by note to all you meat eaters who just must have beef or mutton or the flesh of some other beautiful and harmless creature (deers/porcupines/iguanas and even rabbits, how can you eat rabbits?) to call it a good meal. Put yourself in the creature's place once in a while and imagine how you'd feel if someone was dragging you off or chasing after you with a club to kill and eat you!
Even though my mom had to come back empty-handed and sad, I cannot begin to comprehend ho much courage she had in her to even attempt such a thing. Going after complete strangers to save a creature's life? Many's the time when I have watched (especially while in India) as a hapless creature was dragged, so very against its will, to what could only be its end. Yet I could never work up the courage to try to intervene, mostly for fear of being rebuked or being called plain crazy. And what was I supposed to do with the animal even if the butcher agreed to sell it to me? Now that I have a little money and am back in my homeland, maybe I could arrange something. But the question remains whether I would go ahead and do something like what my mother did.
This is merely one instance of my mother showing how strong and brave she can be, to no present audience mind you. Despite all our arguments, where might I be today if it weren't for her constant nagging and berating me to be a batter man?
I close, hoping that the calf was indeed being taken to only a ceremony and that she's alive and well.
I am the vocalist of Sri Lankan extreme metal band Aural Discord and ex-vocalist of Unholy Sermon, Ego carnage, Prototype, Necrolysis and Raaksha. My day job's as a Senior Software Engineer at Aeturnum, Inc. and I am currently reading for a MSc at UCSC. IM me at
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