cuma namazı anımı anlatıyorum

binler benim saçlar uzundur metalciyim esasında ve sakallarda yeterli miktarda. her hafta hacıların tuhaf bakıslarından sıyrılıp camideki yerimi alırım. fakat bu rütin durumdan bir süre sonra sıkılmaya basladım. olaya biraz heycan katmak icin işe koyuldumm önce marlyn manson tshirtimi giydim sonra saclarımı actım caminin yolunu tuttum namazı filan kıldık derken hoca hutbe vermeye basladı ayaga usulca kalktım ve etrafımda headbang yapmaya basladım herkes dumur olmus vaziyette iclerinde napıyor bu ak liselisi husuları atiyordu ben bi süre devam ettim sonra atttılar tabi dısarı bide temiz dayak yedim gene olsa gene yaparım amk punk ölmedi!!

ccc marlyn manson reyiz ccc

eksi neden eksi neden hahahahahah
duuuuuu hasssssssssstttttttt

bi günde türbanlı manitamla pogoya girmiştik hic unutmam

daha ne anılar var olm bende amk müzik zevkinden yoksun muallakleri

eksi neden eksiiii haaaaaaaahaha
kaimadalthas' nedstigning yeaaaaaaaaaaa

"... i asked him if he was okay (because he certainly didn't look okay). by then euronymous was back on his feet. he looked resigned and said: "it's enough", but then he tried to kick me again, and i finished him off by thrusting the knife through his skull, through his forehead, and he died instantaneously. the eyes turned around in his head and a moan could be heard as he emptied his lungs when he died. he fell down to a sitting position, but the knife was stuck in his head, so i held him up, as i held onto the knife. when i jerked the knife from his skull he fell forward, and rolled down a flight of stairs like a sack of potatoes - making enough noise to wake up the whole neighbourhood (it was a noisy, metal staircase)...

"this might sound like an odd way to kill him, but my knife was very small and it was only pointed. the blade was not sharp. it was so blunt i wouldn't have been able to cut a tomato in two with it without crushing it instead. the only way to kill him quickly with that knife would be to pierce his heart or skull. in fact i would have been able to kill him much easier and quicker had i not had a knife at all, and instead had just beat him to death. the only reason i had pulled a knife was because he was trying to, and i figured it would be fair that i had a knife too, although the knife i had wasn't much.

he had showed his intention to kill me, and even though he was no longer a direct threat to me, there and then, i did not feel any bad for killing him. his cowardice had made me angry and i saw no reason to let him live, not when he had showed his intent to kill me. had i let him live i would only let him have another attempt at my life, later on.

fredooooooooooooooooom

bu baslıga eksi veren huur cocugudur hahahahhhhhhhhhhh

when the silence beckons,
and the day draws to a close,
when the light of your life sighs,
and love dies in your eyes,
only then will i realise,
what you mean to me

it's killing you, you're killing me,
i'm clinging on to my sanity,
all i need is a short term remedy
come and hide me from this terrible reality...

dreaded memories flood back to me
but there's still a wilful mind behind these cold,
psychotic eyes,
now i tread this path so differently,
i've opened my mind and darkened my entire life.

i'll dance wit the angels to celebrate the holocaust,
and far beyond my far gone pride,
is knowing that we'll soon be gone,
knowing that i'll soon be gone...

o yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh

helllllllllllll yeahhhhhhhhhhhh

freedoooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

as i drift away... far away from you,
i feel all alone in a crowded room,
thinking to myself
"there's no escape from this fear regret loneliness... "
visions of love and hate
a collage behind my eyes
remnants of dying laughter
echoes of silent cries
i wish i didn't know now what
i never knew then...
flashback
memories punish me again.
sometimes i remember all the pain
that i have seen.
sometimes i wonder what might
have been...
visions of love and hate
a collage behind my eyes
remnants of dying laughter
echoes os silent cries
and sometimes i despair
at who i've become
i have to come to terms
with what i've done
the bittersweet taste of fate
we can't outrun the past
destined to find an answer
a strength i never lost
i know there is a way,
my future is not set,
for the tide has turned
but still i never learned to live
without regret.

yooooooooooooooo regret yoooooooooooooooooooooooooo

countless times i trusted you,
i let you back in,
knowing... yearning... you know
i should have run... but i stayed

maybe i always knew
my fragile dreams would be broken... for you

today i introduced myself
to my own feelings
in silent agony, after all these years
they spoke to me... after all these years

maybe i always knew
my fragile dreams would be broken... for you

varg vikernesss rulazzzzzzzzzzzzzz

an day after day you burned it all away