Project Stop Dead Idol

Suicide.. It’s an interesting prospect. When one feels they serve a purpose on this earth no longer.. When they no longer feel as if they are of worth to this planet, they choose to make the exit by their own hand. Not by the hand of another or the strike of a false God through disease.. But by their own hand.. Through a modern era man made weapon..



Through self deprivation, mutilation, and annihilation, I disappeared from this component of the earth we call the WFWF, removed simply for sanctimony, sent to the concentration camp of my own mind. Through manipulation.. Pulling the strings of society.. I am sent elsewhere, sent to starve from the light, sent to bask in the glory of perpetual silence.



Opening your mind to new ideas and philosophies would be too much to ask from this federation. But you should be rewarded. For sending away this plague known as The Dead Idol, you should be rewarded. You should be rewarded with my exit, as I am punished with the same. For your intolerance, you should be remunerated.



Peculiar, in that my suffering provides such joy to the masses. I should be a comedian. My whole act could consist of me falling on sharp things, getting hit with glass, getting tossed into explosions, and getting poked with AIDS filled needles. Then, at the end of the day, instead of going to a home and trying to resume a normal life, I could go jump into a pond filled with dirty water and attempt to drown myself, all for the entertainment of some mindless drones in cyber land who, at the end of the day, I couldn’t care to any extent about anyways. This is my life. This is my journey. This perpetual fall.. This is my legacy.

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
We can be like they are

Come on baby... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby take my hand... Don't fear the Reaper
We'll be able to fly... Don't fear the Reaper
Baby I'm your man…

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Death. Preach the good word, youth. Preach of raucousness, preach of the impending doom. Preach until your lungs bleed, your vocal cords strained from the pressure and bursting with agony, leaving you a mute to the world. Watch the suffering, the murder, the pillaging, and the plunder. Watch as sacrifices world wide are made and the innocent bi-standers are left mutilated corpses, unrecognizable through their own misery.

End the suffering. You have the power. Give sight to the blind, stare down this vista of doom, for you are empowered. What you take advantage of.. What you use daily without the simplest of gratefulness, I long for. That of which you are given is that of which I request. Preach of your vision. Preach of your prophesies.. And how you can see deep into the future.. I simply want to see in front of my eyes.

Apocalypse now. Game over. The suffering is done. Armageddon has come. Don’t fear the reaper. Baby, don’t fear the reaper. The suffering.. This suffering that is bringing down.. The suffering for which the politics are played. The suffering for which you are keen. I’m the end. I’m the end of the line.

Dead Idol. I’ve heard people use the phrase “read between the lines” as of late. This phrase is no more fitting than to me. Prisoner of war, accused of war crimes far beyond the understanding of humanity. Heartrending, this oppression comes simply due to a misunderstanding. This oppression comes due to people not truly appreciative of the message I preach. Do they not understand it, or do these choose to ignore it?

I am not the evil for which men speak. I am not this modern messiah people have made me out to be. I am not the idol for which people have perched me. What is in a name? Do people really understand what it means to be a horror. To be miserable beyond belief and only wish to bring this revulsion onto others. I am a horror.

Do people really understand what it means to be a demon? The dictionary presents me with several definitions to “demon”. A supposed evil spirit; a supposed ghost or spirit regarded as evil. Would the demons here apply to these mythological standards? Are there actual specters floating around the raptors, looking to claim their next victim. The second definition of “demons” provides me with a more adequate example. Personal fear or anxiety; a fear or anxiety that torments somebody. We all have our own personal demons.

Only when you can overcome your personal demons do you succeed. Only when you see these demons and wrestle them, succeed in an ultimate battle of life and death, will you come out as a far superior individual. Those around me have their demons. But instead of battling their demons, whether they be alcohol, their own emotional problems, or greed.. Everyone around me suffers from these personal demons. Only when they can banish their demons will they become all that they can be.

Leave me your battered, your broken, your weak. I will replenish them. I will refresh them. This isn’t the second coming. The return from a faux crucifixion. This is simply the revival of everything for which those crave. I am the cocaine that feeds your greed. I am the pill that aborts your baby. Live for me, die for me..