Post by thedeadidol on Mar 2, 2007 9:24:19 GMT -5
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What is an idol? Webster’s dictionary has several definitions to the word. An image or other material object representing a deity to which religious worship is addressed; any person or thing regarded with blind admiration, adoration, or devotion; a mere image or semblance of something, visible but without substance, as a phantom; I am an idol.
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What makes an idol? The admiration of someone to the degree that they are no longer human. They are above human and they are eternal. They are sub-human. They are immortal. They are idols. I am an idol.
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What is death? Again, Webster’s dictionary gives us several definitions, all very fitting to the scenarios I see. No longer living; Deprived of life; Not endowed with life; Inanimate; No longer functioning, operating, or productive. I am dead.
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What causes death? Sheer destruction of the body and torment behind understanding that causes the body to finally suffer no longer and submit to fate and the eternity of heaven or hell that follows. I am dead. I am the Dead Idol.
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My mind has been abuzz as of late, never able to compute this hell I subsist in. Perhaps I am not as I believe. Maybe I am not dead. Maybe I am not the idol. Maybe I am not the deity I have made myself to be. I see myself through rose colored glasses. Perhaps I am not the supreme. Maybe, I am human.
These thoughts should not run through my head. I am more than human. Why do I have these thoughts of mortality. I am immortal. I am a deity. I am God. I am bigger than God. Crusify me for I am your new Savior. I will bring you ecstasy. Worship me and I will shower you with benevolence. I am the modern day miracle. I am the savior.
It’s been three weeks now since the accident left my face a mangled and hideous mess and I have never felt better. I am dead, yes, but at the same time I feel alive. I feel vivacious. My body is immobile, but my mind is vigorous. The doctors mumble under their breath when they are around me because they don’t want me to know what they are saying, but I still hear. My legs may be shattered, but I am still able to hear.
Despite my unconscious state, I am still able to understand what is going on around me. And with this vegetated state comes a better understanding of the human body. With my destruction comes understanding. Comprehension of the human body and what it can take before it reaches it’s breaking point as well as every weak point in it. I am at one with myself and I am a dangerous weapon. I am an idol. Idols never die. Idols are indestructible. I am the Dead Idol.
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What is an idol? Webster’s dictionary has several definitions to the word. An image or other material object representing a deity to which religious worship is addressed; any person or thing regarded with blind admiration, adoration, or devotion; a mere image or semblance of something, visible but without substance, as a phantom; I am an idol.
XxXxXxX Idol XxXxXxX
What makes an idol? The admiration of someone to the degree that they are no longer human. They are above human and they are eternal. They are sub-human. They are immortal. They are idols. I am an idol.
XxXxXxX Death XxXxXxX
What is death? Again, Webster’s dictionary gives us several definitions, all very fitting to the scenarios I see. No longer living; Deprived of life; Not endowed with life; Inanimate; No longer functioning, operating, or productive. I am dead.
XxXxXxX Death XxXxXxX
What causes death? Sheer destruction of the body and torment behind understanding that causes the body to finally suffer no longer and submit to fate and the eternity of heaven or hell that follows. I am dead. I am the Dead Idol.
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My mind has been abuzz as of late, never able to compute this hell I subsist in. Perhaps I am not as I believe. Maybe I am not dead. Maybe I am not the idol. Maybe I am not the deity I have made myself to be. I see myself through rose colored glasses. Perhaps I am not the supreme. Maybe, I am human.
These thoughts should not run through my head. I am more than human. Why do I have these thoughts of mortality. I am immortal. I am a deity. I am God. I am bigger than God. Crusify me for I am your new Savior. I will bring you ecstasy. Worship me and I will shower you with benevolence. I am the modern day miracle. I am the savior.
It’s been three weeks now since the accident left my face a mangled and hideous mess and I have never felt better. I am dead, yes, but at the same time I feel alive. I feel vivacious. My body is immobile, but my mind is vigorous. The doctors mumble under their breath when they are around me because they don’t want me to know what they are saying, but I still hear. My legs may be shattered, but I am still able to hear.
Despite my unconscious state, I am still able to understand what is going on around me. And with this vegetated state comes a better understanding of the human body. With my destruction comes understanding. Comprehension of the human body and what it can take before it reaches it’s breaking point as well as every weak point in it. I am at one with myself and I am a dangerous weapon. I am an idol. Idols never die. Idols are indestructible. I am the Dead Idol.
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