Remix of Newborn from Muse

It cuts right through this turgid veneer, that buildup of petty grievances which has accumulated from the nervous procession of our lives. With a musing and melancholy sort of wonder we are reminded what it felt like to tap into that well full of contemptuous resolve. Now driven by a ghoulish tenacity, we descend back into that very same chasm which we were cast out from before.

Because real art should bring people to their knees. 

And they Shall Know No Bad Vibes

“They will be my biggest badasses, these dudes who are down to roll with me.

Like a teenage day one Zyzz I shall mould them and in the gym of war I shall shred them.

They shall be of iron aesthetics and steely biceps.

In level 99 armor I shall clad them and with rare artifact end game raid drop guns shall they be armed.

They will be too fucking sick to get sick; no wimpy cold or fever will ruin their day.

They will have such hax, MLG strats, and gaming rigs that no scrub could ever beat.

They are my bouncers against the Terror.

They are the Defenders of Brokind.

They are my Space Marines

. . . and they shall know no fear.”

-The Empruh of Mankind