Lies

It starts with a lie
Ends with a suffering
I don't have any candor
So, instead, buffering

When the great tower was struck down
In a fear of mortality
Even the gods can lose their crown
In a fatality

"I praise thee! Oh lord!" he said
But you can't cheat a God
When vows are broken, all you are is dead,
So why such a discord?

A slip of tongue,
A click of teeth,
Respect rusts
Anger seeths

Rage Against The Machine

JustAnotheRandomGuy

 
 

Dead.

Dead.
Brain dead.
Zombie dead.

I don't wanna.
I'm LEAAAAVING!
Like everything.
Dead.
Stone dead.
This heart's dead.
I'm dead.

Killed in cold blood
Deserved it more than ever.
Keep on life as a zombie
Am I damned forever?'
My prison is not a shrieking hellhole
Nor my place of torture a lake of fire
But still a price I pay for stealing those souls
And sink deeper into this filthy mire

Even the All-powerful can have a bad day
Even a beggar can be a hero
An animal can become an human they say
A human can become an animal I know

So in the final days of Ragnorok
When all have given up hope
We all join in a merry suicide
On the orders of a pope

Dead and damned.

JustAnotheRandomGuy

War

Humanity, you'll realize, at the end, is always at war with itself.
How ironic, innit? After all we're the so called heirs to the throne of the Earth, but we deny it and slowly, take, tear ourselves apart into, a thousand little pieces.
A thousand little pieces that are yet to be stolen.

Sometimes, you know. In a moment of deep thought, doesn't everybody wish life to be a little, you know, unsophisticated?
Smooth.
Easy.
Get along with your damn lives.
Live in a state of amity.

That's where we're damn going wrong.

You see, it's the Thrill,
In the eye of the tiger.
The belly of the beast,
The fires to be warmed.
The higher the warning,
The higher the calling,
 Makes you all fight,
For a mistaken sense of glory?
Why not have more?
Why forsake the sense of greed?
The fighting spirit of a man, that compels him to fight, even though his body can take no more.
Keep on,
Until.
You.
Drown,
And,
Die.
Obruent Moritur.

Sink.
In.
Your.
So-Very-Antagonized.
Glory.
Until.
The.
Oceans.
Scream.
Vengeance.
Maria, et climatis et vindictus

Burn,
In 
An
Inferno.
Of.
Gazes.
From.
Heaven. 
And.
Hell.
Until.
The.
Insanity.
Overshadows.
Your.
Humanity.
Insania Obumbrat Humanitatis

Humanity, you realized at the start, was always at war with itself.

 JustAnotheRandomGuy

P.S.- I'm sorry for not having posted. Again, I don't need to be sorry, so anyway, 

Well, the Spelling Bee Could Sting

Walk. Walk. Ah well. Inter-House Spelling Bee. Just cause being the English Teacher's son guarantees you to hit marks, they say.

If the format stays the same, this could be my last. I've been in all editions yet from my house. We've done it once, we can do it again. Every time, my team-mates were the one that got in the way. This time N##### couldn't compete, and A##### wasn't selected.

Hmm. Given a team for the first time younger than me. Means I make the big calls. Not like they're that big. But still,there's some sense of responsibility you feel when you walk on the table with those younger faces smiling at you, those anticipating a victory have quietened, and ignorance prevails. Ever since the first spelling bee, which we won because of me, we haven't had much luck. But this is different.
This, I say,
Is Ultimatum.
I've always been the force to counter the others. And with the school , well, what you might call closest you get to a nerd, has left, I can't allow anyone to take center stage but me.

Okay. The first one that hits me is....
 
Did I ever mention our English Teacher doesn't JUST sound right?

World blurs a little. Did I tell you I kinda overdosed on Oreos? I'm Lactose Intolerant. Enough with the excuses.

See....
Loo....
Ette...
Sounds differ. I struggle. Form a crease. My mind has already revved up the engine. What seems like hours with doubt of right answer is replaced in reality by a split second decision.

S
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Applause.

The round is drawed.

Next round ends with us.

Cereal/Serial they say. Serial?
Serial Killer. Jack the Ripper. Things don't stay. Partner Prithvi does his stuff, and we sneak ourselves off into the next round just barely.

Last word.
Second Last Team.

They say heiress, but the word sounds so....suffocated you would say it's probably Romanian or Slavic.

I take the decision.
Example, I ask.
"The heiress ascended the throne after the king died"

Hah.
Easy win.

Applause.

I know it isn't such a big deal. But I like to do it this way. They say, their life is pretty boring.
Then go out there and make it exciting.

Go.

Declaration of freaking independence

JustAnotheRandomGuy

Mars has (R-)Evolved (Part-1)

Hmm.
Sincere blog post now.
There's been a string of useless shit at tumblr. Upsetting shit.
I cannot fathom what made them write that, but I respect an opinion as an opinion.
Why? There are rules of nature. Most importantly, Evolve, or die.

Mmkay. Let me take a stand here. I'm echelon, and I do not agree with that letter.
 
Here's the link- Bad tumblr!
Yes. They have changed. Perhaps for the better, perhaps for the worse. Am I one to judge them?
The "request" (Air-quote request) is absurd. There is a point to which a band can work.
Let's agree at this. Their lyrics were so much deeper at C/T - A Beautiful Lie.
I don't care. They produced great music. Some people's expectations were fulfilled, some were not. 
The setlist point is ===> madness
The setlist is the choice of the venue. They play extra, they get nothing. Venue makes them pay for extra time.
The point about merchandise stuff is shit. Please. They're growing. Enough of expectations.
Yes, there is a point about the degeneration of music. I agree that LLF+D wasn't their best effort, both musically and lyrically (Opinion)
I'll talk more nonsense later.

Hmm. Hmm. Time for salvation.

JustAnotheRandomGuy

SCFT FTW! (Plead for soccer insanity)

Well, guys!
If I haven't told you already, the Silver City Football Tournament has started!
Three Teams, Seven matches, Three and a half weeks, and my butt :P


I'm really excited, and yesterdays match ended in a 1-1 draw resulting in Extra Time and Penalties. Whew! They won 1-0 penalties. I'll keep updating this. A bracket near a player is the number of goals scored

This is it :-

Kings                Warriors            Knights
Ishaan (3)         Sneghal(2)        Tushaar (3)
Me!                   Ayuush (2)        Joy (1)
Aditya   (1)        Nehal                Nishant
Udaijeet            Karthik              Tanmay
Kabir (sub)        Vishesh (sub)(2)Sanchit (sub)




So far, the Warriors have won one match, and the Knights have lost one. (Penalty Shootout: 1-0)
Whew!

Update sees Warriors defeating Kings in a penalty shootout 2-0
TT-TT 

Team-------P----W----L----GS----GC
Warriors     2     2      0     4       4      
Kings         1     0      1     3       3    
Knights      1     0      1     1       1
 

Death By Soccer Domination

JustAnotheRandomGuy

This Vicious Cabaret

" They say that there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway.
They say that life's a game, then they take the board away.
They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story
Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret...

In no-longer-pretty cities there are fingers in the kitties.
There are warrants, forms, and chitties and a jackboot on the stair.
Sex and death and human grime, in monochrome for one thin dime,
At least the trains all run on time but they don't go anywhere.
Facing their responsibilities, either on their backs or on their knees
There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not turn away
And the widows who refuse to cry will be dressed in garter and bow-tie
And be taught to kick their legs up high in this vicious cabaret.

At last! The 1998 Show!
The ballet on the burning stage.
The documentary seen
Upon the fractured screen
The dreadful poem scrawled upon the crumpled page...

There's a policeman with an honest soul that has seen whose head is on the pole
And he grunts and fills his briar bowl with a feeling of unease.
Then he briskly frisks the torn remains for a fingerprint or crimson stains
And endevours to ignore the chins that he walks in to his knees.
While his master in the dark nearby inspects the hands, with brutal eye,
That have never brushed a lover's thigh but have squeezed a nation's throat.
And he hungers in his secret dreams for the harsh embrace of cruel machines
But his lover is not what she seems and she will not leave a note.

At last! The 1998 Show!
The Situation Tragedy
Grand Opera slick with soap
Cliffhangers with no hope
The water-colour in the flooded gallery...

There's a girl who'll push but will not shove and she's desperate for her father's love
She believes the hand beneath the glove maybe one she needs to hold.
Though she doubts her host's moralities she decides she is more at ease
In the Land Of Doing-As-You-Please than outside in the cold.
But the backdrops peel and the sets give way and the cast get eaten by the play
There's a murderer at the Matinee, there are dead men in the aisles
And the patrons and the actors too are uncertain if the show is through
And with side-long looks await their cue but the frozen mask just smiles.

At last! The 1998 Show!
The torch-song no one ever sings
The curfew chorus line
The comedy divine
The bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their strings

There's thrills and chills and girls galore, sing-songs and surprises
There's something here for everyone, (reserve your seat today)
There's mischief and malarkies but no queers or yids or darkies
Within this bastard's carnival, this vicious cabaret! "

Hmm. This post is already pretty long now.
Me and my friend are planning to make a comic book, so anyone who can help me with photoshop or converting it to a cbr file can help.

Signing out, I'm NeverDead

JustAnotheRandomGuy