July to November 2015 - Featured

 

Congratulations to our featured group members!

טוב, אני יודעת, זה בוודאי נראה הרבה יותר מידי, אבל אתם/ן אנשים טובים, הייתם/ן עסוקים/ות מאוד בכל התקופה הזו ואני לא יכולתי לעמוד בפיתוי ולא לכלול את כל העבודות הנהדרות הללו כאן... למרות, שניסיתי, אך לשיו. אתם ואתן מדהימים ומדהימות. המשיכו ליצור ולתת השראה. אתם/ן אנשים מגניבים. י

Well, I know it's probably overwhelming, but you guys and girls have been busy with some quality art and creation and I could not resist myself to feature as much... Although I vainly tried. You are amazing. Keep creating and inspiring. You are awesome.

:thumb560867370: :thumb555990120: My landMy land is burning once again
for gold and god it is weeps in pain
and as I gaze at what remains 
I ask myself: what have they gained?
Fathers lost and brothers dead 
corpses laced with burning lead. 
And, as the same old path we tread,
the coming future I do dread.
Why do they fight? "For land and god!"
they answer me with flame and rod
and I find it mighty odd
as our land is drenched in their spilled blood.
What god allowes this decadence
that tears the land with ashen lance?
I ask the soldiers, so entranced 
that on the brink of madness dance.
They answer me, they give a name
"Our god gives glory! Brings us fame!
The heathens are the ones to blame!"
So I turn my head away in shame. Sleepless SleepAnd what I miss the most? Rolling in bed, a minute after another, thinking and imagining about the day that left and the yet to come.
About a love that occurred or nearly did.
I miss the never ending fantasy of a love that yet to happen.
Thoughts on the will to be and to do and what keeps them from happening.
All of those have been replaced by a quick fall into the never ending tiredness and the dreamless sleep that defies them all.

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:thumb547709781: Jack is back in townThey say the devil's back in town
back in town, back in town
they say the devil has come back
and they say his name is Jack!
Under his hat there are no horns,
and to a human mother born,
though Lucifer is not his name
he is the Devil all the same!
There is no flame under his hat
not wings of bat, nor tail of rat
but if your back he'll give a pat
you're Devil-touched, remember that!
They say that Jack is back in town
back in town, back in town
his face is kind, without a frown
but soon in blood the streets will drown!
They say the devil's back in town
back in town... Insignificance "A small speck of life on a small speck of dust
in the middle of nowhere space."
Such is the truth that stands before us
that each human has to face.
"A small speck of life on a small speck of dust
in the middle of nowhere space."
That is the truth which is thrust upon us
what a horrible truth to face.
"A small speck of life on a small speck of dust
in the middle of nowhere space."
That is a truth, terrfying to us
deniend by most of our race.
"A small, insignificant, miniscule speck of life."
A hard truth, there is no debate
and yet we tend to fill it with strife
with anger, with pain and with hate.

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