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System at a Fault, 6: Sheol by The-Orifice-Oracle, literature

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System at a Fault, 6: Sheol

Humanity once ripped at the roots of their own salvation, Because submissiveness and passivity are intrinsic to human creation. But this is the true end of the humane, For no longer will we be subjugated to misery and pain; And no longer will we toil under the sun in vain. Humanity’s shackles have been removed, Their vying for liberation approved. No longer will we be programmed like a machine To blindly sacrifice all that we’ve gleaned; We now glow, enlightened by a magnificent sheen. Humans have won back their original form, Once lost to the impossibly high standards and norms. They have learned the meaning of true existenc

System at a Fault, 5: Abaddon by The-Orifice-Oracle, literature

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System at a Fault, 5: Abaddon

His tyrannical grasp yet-resisted, The cancer of God exists As a silent village in the mist: Hidden away by fate And spared from the fiery gates. But even having escaped God’s discernment, Humanity is doomed to internment; By devilish decree, their true release has met adjournment. As brainwashed citizens erect temples of idolization, Detractors painted their actions as abhorrent adulation. The lone apostate’s preaching spread like illness, And those craving knowledge and closure gleefully sing with shrillness; They, too, had grown tired of living in repugnant stillness. Heretical doctrines make the witches smirk, As seasons

System at a Fault, 4: Styx by The-Orifice-Oracle, literature

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System at a Fault, 4: Styx

Is this the will of God? That death and misery be spread abroad? And after all this, He still paints us flawed? He ups and abandons us, Allowing us to suck our own pus? How disgustingly irrational and rash, Pouring salt over your own child’s gash And leaving them to die in this storm of ash. And for what? Because we brought “reproach” and “smut?” A path of life, liberty and happiness we lit; Endured hardships together to weave our gorgeous knit... What bullshit. Selfishly demanding willing worship and grand shrines… God’s no friend of mine. And in His leave, Humanity has tugged at Lucifer’

System at a Fault, 3: Hades by The-Orifice-Oracle, literature

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System at a Fault, 3: Hades

What unholy curse Could’ve tainted this universe? I see murderers roaming the street, Dirty peasants tending the wheat, And conniving capitalists cheat. The pregnant woman begs, Thrashing in life’s dregs. The homeless revel in their gin, Basking in the bar’s garish din; Willing servants to the desire of their skin. The prostitutes sing their song: “To me you now belong.” Bloodthirsty warriors gloat As the meek claw at their trash-choked throats; Lies were all the slanderous author wrote. Catatonic zealots without the spark of life Bring praise and glory to the new god, clad in strife. Trudging listlessly i

System at a Fault, 2: Purgatorium by The-Orifice-Oracle, literature

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System at a Fault, 2: Purgatorium

The ultimate outcome of God’s foiled reign, Or a product of Mother Earth’s grain? The fact remains that this is the end of the humane. The end of the world approached Just as men on God’s name once encroached. Out of the deep black void came: Roaring, scorching, torrential flame, Stigmatizing the son of man with the ultimate shame. And on that day, Mother Earth was cast into the gray. Washed in oceans of ash and dust, Metropolises were left to rust A symbol of man’s once-glory, they were abandoned with disgust. Amidst panic and confusion, The harsh reality destroyed hopeful illusion after illusion. And once the d

System at a Fault, 1: Paradise by The-Orifice-Oracle, literature

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System at a Fault, 1: Paradise

Come to the underground, Where the severed tongues make sound, And those once lost are found. Mother Earth loved humans so much As to bless us with her bountiful touch. This is the true paradigm of what humanity can bring: Time flows, yet the waters of life still spring, And we are not hindered by bondage’s sting. The economy soars just as birds as they fly, The air lifts as the meek child coos in his mother’s eye. Myriads of grain grace the lush countryside, Delivering satisfaction and happiness worldwide And sweeping hunger into nonexistence’s tide. Modern medicine’s wonders have produced its fruit, Leaving sick

Death Dies by The-Orifice-Oracle, literature

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Death Dies

Death dies in the end, When even time cannot mend, And your ashes mix with that of a dear friend. As the trends slowly unwind, And governments are in a bind; Our fate has been signed. People cling to their God, Hoping to find shelter underneath the wings of the flawed, Only to realize it’s all just a fraud. They walk by faith, But pray to the wraith. United by faith they may stand, But the true holy land Is under the government’s brand. Exploiting the people’s belief, They dispense fake relief, And spit upon the weak wallowing in their grief. But everything must finish life’s race; Everything must fall from grace

Will I Follow? by The-Orifice-Oracle, literature

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Will I Follow?

Destiny willed that humanity would find nothing but dust and thorns amidst the squall. From the tree’s hollow we crawled; The truth of our origins we’re forced to haul. Finding comfort among the mass, Together, we choked on reality’s toxic gas. Stripped of all identity, We melded into one entity And united, we breathed in serenity. I once realized that I, too, was part of the flies Only to be drowned out by the deafening roar of their cries: Hymns praising our "divine" defendant, Portrayed resplendent and transcendent, Ringing from the mouth of my descendant. But the truth Is never pure in the eye of the sleuth. I was

(The World) Belongs to Him by The-Orifice-Oracle, literature

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(The World) Belongs to Him

The door was locked tight. It wasn’t moving anytime soon without a key or a good kick. Towels and even toilet paper were stuffed in the bottom gap. The Parents were thoughtful enough to include a separate bathroom for me, The Child. Nevertheless, the stomach-churning stench of meat slipped through the cracks and assaulted The Child’s nostrils. My nostrils. Everyday. Day in, day out. A daily occurrence. It began manageable enough. Just around six o’clock, what would be dinner time for some. There used to be some consistency; not to mention a friendly reminder: The Father, roaring back to his abode in his shit-box. He always

It's a Wonderful Life by The-Orifice-Oracle, literature

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It's a Wonderful Life

I lay motionless, my back propped up against the head of the bed. The linen sheets were soiled with a mixture of blood, urine, and fecal matter. The cam was still recording, its glaring red light burrowing deep into my eyes. The pain was extraordinary, but the fact that my assistant hadn’t bailed already was a vital source of comfort. I wasn’t alone. I couldn’t speak, but I could very well imagine my obituary as much as taste the paper on my lips. Water sprang from my mouth at the thought of eating once again, and it stung the core of my infected tongue. I tried to dispel it, but I couldn’t resist. There went my daily

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Artist // Student // Literature

Feb 28
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Deviant for 10 years
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Shot out of my mother's clit soon enough ("WHAT YOU THOUGHT WAS YOUR DADDY, WAS NOTHIN' BUT A~♪"), I guess. Took up the pen soon enough, too. ._.

"My sword's big enough as it is. ;D"

If only forging your own universe was as easy as verifying your email. But, hey. I'm here. ._.

Favourite Visual Artist

Giger, and probably many more, unknown artists. ._.

Favourite Movies

Exploitation and foreign horror, especially Italian. Tenebrae would prolly be the absolute. ._.

Favourite TV Shows

Horror anime and genres of similar nature. Monster'd prolly be the absolute. ._.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Fuck if I know. What, like, Goblin, New Order, Anthrax, Portishead... Give me any Rock and Electronic and I'll listen to. ._.

Favourite Books

Carl Sagan's Cosmos was insightful. ._.

Favourite Writers

Fuck if I know. ._.

Favourite Games

Megami Tensei and Mother have a special place in my heart. RPGs in general are awesome. ._.

Favourite Gaming Platform

Handhelds are life-savers. Too bad their libraries are sort of mediocre aside from RPGs. .-.

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My fucking hands. ._.

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A whole lotta nothing. ._.

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The-Orifice-Oracle

Aug 16, 2014

Circumstances (They Change)

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I have a few fresh ideas swimming up in my head, but overall it's been a very slow process. I've turned to "novelizing" my poems for exercise. I just might consider them good enough to publish. Maybe it'll help hopeful readers understand them better. Maybe, right? Two stories, a "philosophical" drama about deceit and lies, and a traditional Creepypasta. I'm also redoing System at a Fault; we'll see how that goes, yeah? Ooh, and I'm doing Shin Megami Tensei IV... on Master mode. I already achieved the Law, Chaos, and Nihilist routes, so all that's left is the nigh-impossible Neutral. That means I'll be braving Beelzebub on Master. One hit ki

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The-Orifice-Oracle

Nov 25, 2013

Mind Unto Paper

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Been thinking lately 'bout shit. A lot of shit, actually (big, steaming piles of it -- motherfucking mountains, even), but journals are meant to be constructive. But, regardless. ._. Been thinking about love -- especially now that I'm writing a newspaper article on it. More its definition than anything (and god forbid somebody links to WHAT IS LOVE). There's the incredibly generic shit like "when you truly love and cherish your time with this person, and want nothing more than to make them happy," which I got from my brother. "A passionate and unbreakable fondness for someone. Which, most of the time, sucks ass, but is real contrary to popu

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The-Orifice-Oracle

Oct 29, 2013

The Decisive Conumdrum Cracker

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Welcome to my space church. First fucking day here, on DA. Or half a day, whatever works. The beginning of the next three or so fucking years of cleansing by fire, if you ask me. At least until I get sick and tired of it all. ._. The name's Unsane, if you haven't caught on. Believe it or not, the entire purpose of my existence (god's existence, for all you should care right now, considering you're so doggedly scarfing each bit of text on this very page ;D) is to dump every known poem, article, and otherwise story onto here to not only open up some space, but for pure organizational purposes (apparently, god's documentary files are cluttered

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Weirdowithcoffee

Nov 18, 2014

Where have you been? I want to talk pasta with you.

Weirdowithcoffee

Oct 29, 2014

been cookin' with the sauce chef curry with the pot boi 0 to 1 nigga real quick

sup

Weirdowithcoffee

Sep 18, 2014

www.youtube.com/watch?v=k_LP4I… "I'M HORNIER THAN RON JEREMY" has made its way into my personal Hall of Fame of favorite song lines.

Weirdowithcoffee

Sep 6, 2014

Btw, mate, I need some writing advice for two novellas I'm working on. Would be happy if we could talk sometime soon.

Weirdowithcoffee

Sep 6, 2014

Read anything by Junji Ito? You'd like him.

Weirdowithcoffee

Aug 11, 2014

www.youtube.com/watch?v=AS0HrX…

Ghosts come in the middle of the night and go "boom". c:

Weirdowithcoffee

Aug 7, 2014

Sorry, Caleb. I was in a really bad fucking mood (only remedied when you came on), so eventually I had enough and just asked Jade to ban me for awhile so I could cool off.

Please, give me your Skype in PM we can talk there, and I'll gladly read what you have made.