YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE DEAD!
WE’RE THE METAL INQUISITION!
WE SENTENCE YOU TO DEATH…
…BY GUILLOTINE!”
- Gord “Piledriver” Kirchin
SAVE IT GODDAMNIT! These fuckers want to try and kill our favorite websites. WE THE PEOPLE need to stand up, inform our state representatives, and get this bill killed. I’m sure my reach on the net is far smaller than that of most sites, but if you see this, please do the right thing to help save the internet. Even if you don’t think this will effect you, I guarantee it will. And don’t take it from me; look up this bill for yourself just so you can see the injustice this creates for the internet. It will literally change everything, and for the worse.
I’ve contacted my state representative, have you?
Fountains upon fountains of swashbuckling waves
Winning the seas while whipping the knaves
“Allow me the tools, so that I may see”
Blasphemy! Your purpose is to serve me
A harrowing harbinger of a heated host
Released from the ship as merely a ghost
Forget the life – ingrained – once known
You’re mine now – return back below
The lights of the sky review your predicament
The massive lights amass massive mental debt
A fortified fortress with fifty superior men
Get back in line, or we’ll bring you an end
The sea-settlement sinks, and rises with tides
Restrained by the fog, in which it hides
Forget the freedom and peace you have had
This wild ocean breeze will drive you mad
The servers of this ship may come and go
But the crew remains a single man in tow
Awash in the waves for quite some time
A man who is a slave to his own mind
A method for entering an abyss
Parallel to life, shall never exist
A mislead soul with a preference for dark corners
Commits an act that normally breeds mourners
A deadly act, lives are torn apart
Peculiar this time, the shadow itself shall depart
From one -cide of life, to another -cide.
Inspiration cannot go quite as far
Once you discover restricted life in a jar
So many things once seen from afar
Slowly drift away from civilization
Some people dance, some people rejoice
Why should anyone care to have a choice?
I’ll love freedom when I finally hear my voice
Slowly making way for civilization
Restricting laws of restricting authority
I’d be afraid if I could contain my pity
Slaves of slavers controlling the city
Slowly they prey on civilization
If you ever find your voice in the crowd
Make sure you project it extremely loud
Make sure it reaches the heights of a cloud
Slowly you save our civilization
The subhuman’s strength sprouts like a fungus
He need not light, warmth, compassion, or love
How can such a being thrive and live among us?
Suffocating daylight with divine powers from above?
There must be more than meets the eye with this guy
Surely he’s familiar with the emotions humans use
He exhibits nothing except his delightful desire to die
He’ll consider anything less just another way to lose
His skin has the same texture and feeling as yours
As would be expected, sweat leaks from his pores
What makes this person so different from common whores?
He has acquired a cold demeanor, and nothing more
His spirit is beyond broken, and has been forever
He’ll loathe human life, as long as there is an ever
What makes this being so different from humanity?
The subhuman desires nothing but death and calamity
An old acquaintance came to visit
A deafening deterrent to a mood once exquisite
Without warning, mind aflame
Is it time for the chase to return again?
Perhaps my acquaintance and I can coexist
Perhaps if I were more than a name on a list
As the truth trembles through the space of sound
The foreboding tremors tumble me towards the ground
A familiar foe I’ve felt before
Has now returned to settle the score