BabAlon and The BeAst
NINTH GATE GRIMOIRES
Nuit & Hadit
Month: February 2012
I really think the war on terror is a bunch of bullshit
Just a poor excuse for you to use up all your bullets
How much money does it take to really make a full clip
9/11 building 7 did they really pull it
Uhh, And a bunch of other cover ups
Your childs future was the first to go with budget cuts
If you think that hurts then, wait here comes the uppercut
The school was garbage in the first place, that’s on the up and up
Keep you at the bottom but tease you with the uppercrust
You get it then they move it so you never keeping up enough
If you turn on TV all you see’s a bunch of “what the fucks”
Dude is dating so and so blabbering bout such and such
And that ain’t Jersey Shore, homie that’s the news
And these the same people that supposed to be telling us the truth
Limbaugh is a racist, Glenn Beck is a racist
Gaza strip was getting bombed, Obama didn’t say shit
That’s why I ain’t vote for him, next one either
I’ma part of the problem, my problem is I’m peaceful
And I believe in the people.
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Now you can say it ain’t our fault if we never heard it
But if we know better than we probably deserve it
Jihad is not a holy war, wheres that in the worship?
Murdering is not Islam!
And you are not observant
And you are not a Muslim
Israel don’t take my side cause look how far you’ve pushed them
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Crooked banks around the World
Would gladly give a loan today
So if you ever miss a payment
They can take your home away!
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I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence
Fear is such a weak emotion that’s why I despise it
We scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth
So scared of what you think of me, I’m scared of even telling you
Sometimes I’m like the only person I feel safe to tell it to
I’m locked inside a cell in me, I know that there’s a jail in you
Consider this your bailing out, so take a breath, inhale a few
My screams is finally getting free, my thoughts is finally yelling through
The foundations of the High Arc shook, and the Realms shook, and the men and the Fariram and the gods of the Consortium cried out to the Raat-Thumajaraat for the times to be whole again. Those who remembered the Antecedents cried out for forgiveness, and fell into frenzy and pale for their transgression of the Names.
And from the ash of the Young Sundering crawled the Second Uram, wet and innocent, alone; wide-eyed child-brother of Achaotepk, and with it the Vile Age.
When the tremors had ceased, Itun One-Arm gathered his agents at Ajati, the All-Plain, wellspring of life unmarred by the still-smouldering embers of the past. It was there that he dreambuilt the Great Halls, which would be the anticipation of Ysp; and, his Frail Council assembled, he assuaged the new Heroes, that they may staunch the wounds in the flesh of untime caused by the Small Sundering. -Luraf Yathmui IV
Still, in the universities or in any other institution, you can often find some dissidents hanging around in the woodwork—and they can survive in one fashion or another, particularly if they get community support. But if they become too disruptive or too obstreperous—or you know, too effective—they’re likely to be kicked out. The standard thing, though, is that they won’t make it within the institutions in the first place, particularly if they were that way when they were young—they’ll simply be weeded out somewhere along the line. So in most cases, the people who make it through the institutions and are able to remain in them have already internalized the right kinds of beliefs: it’s not a problem for them to be obedient, they already are obedient, that’s how they got there. And that’s pretty much how the ideological control system perpetuates itself in the schools—that’s the basic story of how it operates, I think.
I usually don’t do this. I don’t feel the minutia of my life is of interest. But Wheat Thins Honey Wheat Stix dipped in Nutella with a glass of Johnnie Walker Double Black makes a damn tasty nightcap.