wolfram's suicide note



This is somewhat a story written by Scam
The story itself is true, though I don't give a damn
You see, I'm a bit tired of this life
And serious enough to know I couldn't get rid of it with a knife
So I decided not only to hang myself among the trees
But also right before take some crazy shit (but not antifreeze)
Though I tell you this now, I make sure no one can interfere
The moment I am about to kill wolfram winterfur


And as I so much love to write shit poetically versed
I decided.... to outroduce myself first

So!

              I like cat eyes
                     Dawn pre-sunrise
                     Bloody love crimes
                     Virgin suicides


Too little are they on my side,
 furs who cut to make a cryme
 Not too soon to hail and die,
but as holloween (C.)S.I.


              I like Auschwitz
                     Teen goth girl kits
                     Death-lass worship
                     Nightside Eclipse


(I'm in an alien body that has nothing for me to offer
 But at least I can cut and burn it and make it suffer!)


              I like to act
                     Join suicide pact
                     Make lives get fucked
                     Through Kristallnacht


Would there be a suicide service
A peaceful place for sterile derbies
Would there be a light Sui-Cider
With bitter lime flavour
And I as a desperate fighter
With a dispossessed endeavour
I would still....
I would still die an ugly death
As frowzy & wanton as I could get!


              I like woodlands
                     Twisted romance
                     Murder mass plans
                     Duel performance


I would support Degesch in the WW3
If there still were room for zyklon-bee
Though death can be performed cheap
Hell I got my plastic bag for free

They say this kind of talk is always a cry for help
I say it's far more natural to die than to whelp
Not everyone has to live the most possible long
For the crammed states places of human throng


              I like her eyes
The way she stares the nightskies
The way she feels cold and shudders
A pitiful creature yet bold in her murders


So...


I'm about to leave the thing that against my will is mine
And thank you for not asking, you should know I feel just fine
I might taste everything before I hang
Everything that would make sure the death of Scam
Just have to handle some indisposition for the scene
To prevent the disembowelment by paving the evergreen

Yeah, (as a friend of mine once said)
life is a temporary problem to a permanent solution
For life shouldn't always be the defult for all evolution
True living seems untrue and all joy feels lie
In a society where one needs to defend his will to die
I have made my decision long ago and I mean it truly
So the society just has to adapt like I've done (unsuccessfully)


I reckon that's all I wish to say this time
Maybe I'll find time to write some more before I actually die....


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There Would Be a War



When trees would've reached astronomical heights
And we could've admitted to astrological rights
Did scared crows preach
Croaking cold treats
Then December breeze let down their frights

When crows (sweet crowwwes) peck on the frozen grass
In front of the nation of sunlight white thrash

Piece of black cloth in the wind
Once emperor
Once sinned
Ounce popped in, lit a church and mistakenly grinned

(We're there... waiting in the woods of the night
 Gently.....)

And where dethroned were the dark lights of the sun
What were we, only wolves? Never been one!
Let us see do the dream king and the demon ever suicide
Maybe or maybe they don't even need to - I don't need a fight

(and still ....)

I'm not the one licking the most of Oitu venoms
Nor croaking about trashes burnt in gehennoms
I'm not one with The Forest of G'kar
But there's this way I'm going damn far

(Gently....!)

Colossus
Colosseum
Destruction at night
Me and my companion
Shamateurism in suicide

We have this animalized view
That Hu-Mans often call
Virtues we have quite few
To fight the Hu-Man thrall

We're there, waiting in the weeds of the night
Gentle are we
Yet feel our might

I think there's enough sobriety
When we could rank at fifty-one-fifty
There would the hellish court arts
Be left to seem like old
...
Would every potential murderous hatred
Seek their bruising red thread
Get aware of their kill-disposed might
& unite

Blades from the far deep space
Let them axes hit on hu-man core
Wield any gentle cudgel or mace
Yes there would be a war....


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