The hate, hate, hate
Is here to fucking stay
You're irate, irate, irate
It's time to fucking fight
Bring the fists
Leave the guns
Let's end this like men
Run full force into the gates of hell
Bring them down
To their knees
They will pay with blood
The hate, hate, hate
Is here to fucking stay
You're irate, irate, irate
It's time to fucking fight
They can beat us down
But not take our pride
We will rise again, again, again
Let the anger take hold
Bring out your demons
Bring out the pain
This world will know true justice
When they hear my name
The hate, hate, hate
Is here to fucking stay
You're irate, irate, irate
It's time to fucking fight
We beg them to stop
They laugh in our face
You wont feel the same
When you're in my place
They beg for mercy
It's one on one
Every man for himself
But we all stand together
You will fall to pieces
YOU!! WILL!! LOSE!!!
The hate, hate, hate
Is here to fucking stay
You're irate, irate, irate
It's time to fucking fight
in what dark recesses of torture remain
exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain
to keep us sane and deliver us from evil
so goes the creed of an everlasting people
unending doubt resonates to be
impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream
scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk
prevention of fortune in a world of luck
forever told from stories past
eerily reminiscent of perpetual task
systems of new destroyed wisdom once known
for all apart of a world unsown
grimmace and malice plagued once more
in dire times that conjured vile scorn
but it was hope that was given once last chance
now grows a tree from the seed of our past
Long ago man started a fire,
it was small, tiny, on the brink,
but it kept burning, smoldering,
until it found new sources to grow.
It grew slowly, consuming more,
exponentially larger, grander,
man marveled at its creation,
that could destroy so much.
It begins to consume man,
and man begins to fight it,
Frantically, full of panic,
piling water onto it.
But so many men love the fire,
they deny its hand in consuming others,
that it is a myth so others will smother out
their greatest invention that gives them so much
power.
For those who can direct the fire care not,
whether it consumes an ant or an aunt,
because it gives them control over all,
those who fight it are condemned.
The condemned have outgrown the not,
but fire is a mighty foe that has grown vast,
it unlocks now for itself more raw material,
the extinction of many species trivialized.
Mass extinction by fire.
Will the new stewards halt the progress?
Or is too much consumed that now
the smoke and soot will bury them?
Slowly, the condemned become the saviors.
What lies in mind
Are but dreams; rising
A growing wave
An eager uprising
What I know
And the differences; believed
Cuffing these hands
From possibilities achieved.
What I foster
Are but lightbulb fields; glowing
Never to be picked
Upon my table; showing
The world set in darkness
The coming evil slithers round
Vulnerability swells to bid
Destruction boldly sounds
No moon to light the lane
A path lay unguided
Anxiety breathing heavy
Force our strengths; united
A deathly hunger thrives
Consuming where it treads
Leaving only trampled meat
Blood like fire spreads
A wickedness so thirsty
Here to only take
Teeth bared yet grinning
There is no escape
She's tried to be the strong one,
that sturdy, unbreakable wall.
But after years of doing it alone,
-the mortar starts to fall.
What's held her all together,
slowly drops away.
More and more corrosion,
takes a toll each day.
Then the bricks, of her strength,
start to break and crumble.
There upon the debris,
she begins to blindly stumble.
One by one,
they fall out of place.
Till finally, at last,
she's but an empty space.
Abaddon, I can't help it,
I have to look at... At...
The Angel of Death,
Destruction and the end.
Greek Appolyon;
Beautiful Art Thee,
Satan and Samael;
Equated with...
Conjuring spells,
For malicious deeds.
Abaddon, Prince
Ruling the Demons that is.
I love Thee pretty sight,
I love Thee enormous might.
Governing powers of Evil,
Discord, war, devastation.
Abaddon was once a place,
And is now erased.
A place of destruction,
Region of Gehenna.
Associated with the grave,
The Underworld and Sheol.
Abaddon and Death together,
Merging as One...
King of the Abyss,
The bottomless Pit of Hell.
Appolyon, Abaddon;
Pestilence and destruction hence!
It was the last day of autumn. The first snowflakes started to fall. Winter was just around the corner. It was about to start. One little bear was really happy playing outside when his mommy came and said “It’s time to go to bed honey”. The little bear didn’t want to sleep for so long, he still wanted to play. He wasn’t ready to go to sleep. “Why do we have to sleep for three months? Why do we have to sleep for so long?” His mother, in order to make her little bear going to bed decided to answer her son’s questions with a story. “Let me explain” she said. “In the beginning there was nothing alive but plants. They were the only living things in the world. The Earth was full of lakes, rivers, seas, rocks, mountains, deserts but none of them were alive. Only plants were alive. There were all kind of plants, flowers and trees but all of them felt really sad. Their sorrow was because they couldn’t share the oxygen and the fruits they produced. The trees had a fantastic idea. It was creating other living things that needed their oxygen to breath and their fruits to eat so they were able to share them. They created a lot of living things so they needed to establish some rules. In order to keep a balance and to prevent their fruits from finishing, they sent us to sleep on winter.” The little bear understood and without complaining he went to sleep. He was kind of tired after all. He fell asleep immediately. Three months passed and it was time to go outside of the cave. He had a nice dream but it was time to go back to reality. The little bear couldn’t wait one more second to go and play outside. Also he was pretty hungry. He wanted to eat his favorite berries. His mother hasn’t woken up yet and he wanted to let her sleep so he went out by himself only to discover a big surprise. What he saw was astonishing. It was a horrible picture. Everything was devastated. There was nothing but a dying burned tree on a destroyed land. The little bear went with the tree to ask him what happened. With his last breath, the tree told the little bear “We should have sent them to sleep instead of you”
By
José Antonio Rebolledo
Lizbeth Rodríguez
For more than 100 years, the people of earth waged a bitter war against the invaders, fighting and dying to protect a planet that was already ravaged and on the edge of death's cliff, vowing with each generation, to win at all costs; to send thier sons and daughters into battle against an unforgving enemy, to face defeat and slavery, and the reality of their own demise.