<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642364</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:56:42.241-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleak McSatan's Uber-Depression-Abyss</title><subtitle type='html'>Poetry for the optimistically-disinclined.
Random Metal Quote of the week: "Far away from their pestilent ways
Cleansed was I from deceitful grace
Yet, put to scorn was I
By those unclean
Enslaved by ignorance
They blindly spat upon the deity of hate
Awake is the darkest fiend" -- Emperor</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024560485781777501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642364.post-111438940000649067</id><published>2005-04-24T21:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:36:40.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so it's only been like 7 months this time, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some untitled stuff that's been lying around in some untitled locations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untitled #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting more&lt;br /&gt;acheiving less&lt;br /&gt;world ending&lt;br /&gt;as I write this mess&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;stuck in my niche&lt;br /&gt;Karma's a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untitled #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishments&lt;br /&gt;summed up to zero&lt;br /&gt;Understanding,&lt;br /&gt;Ironically,&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood by all&lt;br /&gt;Successes and failures&lt;br /&gt;synonamous and introspective&lt;br /&gt;looking in&lt;br /&gt;what is seen&lt;br /&gt;successes: irrelevant&lt;br /&gt;failures: unimpressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untitled #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in maniacal reverence of&lt;br /&gt;antiquated ideals&lt;br /&gt;I laugh&lt;br /&gt;As reverence is&lt;br /&gt;revealed to be&lt;br /&gt;revultion&lt;br /&gt;Disperse the disillusionment&lt;br /&gt;and embrace&lt;br /&gt;the dystopia you created&lt;br /&gt;Fruitless finger pointing&lt;br /&gt;ends&lt;br /&gt;With all eyes on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untitled #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ire&lt;br /&gt;Festers within&lt;br /&gt;Burning my mind&lt;br /&gt;Blanketing my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;in a fire-red snow&lt;br /&gt;what is the point?&lt;br /&gt;what purpose does it serve?&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to tell,&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to grasp,&lt;br /&gt;the concept of&lt;br /&gt;yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Another post sometime between now and when I forget I have a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642364-111438940000649067?l=bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/111438940000649067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/111438940000649067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111438940000649067' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024560485781777501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642364.post-109702841381833987</id><published>2004-10-05T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T23:06:53.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No new shit, but here's some awesome metal bands to tide you over till my next well anticipated post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bands that are better than you: ACDC, Amon Amarth, Arch Enemy, At The Gates, Bathory, Behemoth, Black Sabbath, Blind Guardian, Bloodbath, Borknagar, Burzum, Carcass, Celtic Frost, Children of Bodom, Cradle of Filth, Cryptopsy, Cynic, Dark Tranquility, Darkthrone, Dead Silent Slumber, Demons &amp;amp; Wizards, Dimmu Borgir, Dissection, Dream Theater, Einherjer, Emperor, Ensiferum, Enslaved, Entombed, Ephel Duath, Eternal Tears of Sorrow, Face Down, Finntroll, Godgory, Hammerfall, Iced Earth, In Flames, Iron Maiden, Kalmah, Killswitch Engage, Marduk, Mayhem, Megadeth, Mork Gryning, Myrkskog, Naglfar, Napalm Death, Nightwish, Nile, Old Man's Child, Opeth, Peccatum, Sepultura, Slayer, Soilwork, Vintersorg, White/Rob Zombie, Wintersun, Zyklon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642364-109702841381833987?l=bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/109702841381833987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/109702841381833987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109702841381833987' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024560485781777501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642364.post-109349347781973781</id><published>2004-08-26T01:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T01:15:22.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know, 3 months since an update but it's not like anyone reads this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jackass-in-the-box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;future visions dimming&lt;br /&gt;labyrinthine paths laid out&lt;br /&gt;tears of fate,&lt;br /&gt;glisten in the dark&lt;br /&gt;teasing with falsehoods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avaricious past, corrupting the present&lt;br /&gt;denying the future, despite the promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642364-109349347781973781?l=bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inept totalitarian&lt;br /&gt;Pseudosymphonic delusions&lt;br /&gt;Permeating&lt;br /&gt;Existential Materiality&lt;br /&gt;Defining, ranking&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wisdumb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waves of dissonance&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;summoning&lt;br /&gt;grasping&lt;br /&gt;knowing&lt;br /&gt;failing&lt;br /&gt;disguised disfortune&lt;br /&gt;meaningless diplomacy&lt;br /&gt;resolving the future&lt;br /&gt;probationary reality&lt;br /&gt;securely reveling in&lt;br /&gt;the knowledge of knowing nothing&lt;br /&gt;we search for ways of doing less&lt;br /&gt;for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642364-108570436047270277?l=bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/108570436047270277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/108570436047270277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108570436047270277' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024560485781777501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642364.post-108372838835725605</id><published>2004-05-05T00:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T00:44:12.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what happens when I try to go to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distinctly Conformist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrelenting patterns of&lt;br /&gt;destruction&lt;br /&gt;ruling  your life from the&lt;br /&gt;shadows of hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;obscured by vain attempts&lt;br /&gt;at reality&lt;br /&gt;who's to say what the&lt;br /&gt;truth really is&lt;br /&gt;euphoric visions of a future&lt;br /&gt;that can never be&lt;br /&gt;blindfolded bystanders&lt;br /&gt;perpetuating&lt;br /&gt;Systematic Overindulgence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642364-108372838835725605?l=bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/108372838835725605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/108372838835725605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108372838835725605' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024560485781777501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642364.post-108001390655586810</id><published>2004-03-22T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T23:55:11.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg! What's this?! More new stuff. (You just wasted 2 seconds of your life reading that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parasitical Symbiotic Disassociation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living off what others give&lt;br /&gt;returning naught but empty smiles,&lt;br /&gt;and death.&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the killers of our killers&lt;br /&gt;blatantly denying guilt by disassociation,&lt;br /&gt;and death.&lt;br /&gt;Receiving gifts never offered&lt;br /&gt;teetering towards the acrid pit of false hope&lt;br /&gt;hoping not to fall&lt;br /&gt;pushed in from behind, we look back&lt;br /&gt;to see who has killed us&lt;br /&gt;Only our own arms can we see,&lt;br /&gt;and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642364-108001390655586810?l=bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/108001390655586810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/108001390655586810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108001390655586810' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024560485781777501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642364.post-107967671741840506</id><published>2004-03-19T02:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T02:15:17.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is all I have for now.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it, or don't. You're still gonna die someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642364-107967671741840506?l=bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/107967671741840506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/107967671741840506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967671741840506' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024560485781777501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642364.post-107967624879882307</id><published>2004-03-19T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T02:07:29.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Misinterpretations of Perpetual De-Creation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness looms over all that are&lt;br /&gt;Can't even see the daggers in your back&lt;br /&gt;Allies become foes at the critical moment&lt;br /&gt;Bleak is the world. In the void.&lt;br /&gt;Beaten, betrayed, broken,&lt;br /&gt;Searching for an end&lt;br /&gt;An end,&lt;br /&gt;an end. To the void.&lt;br /&gt;The storm grows stronger&lt;br /&gt;Death seems near&lt;br /&gt;The void calls out. Beckoning.&lt;br /&gt;Further into the abyssmal darkness,&lt;br /&gt;nothing exists&lt;br /&gt;nothing remains&lt;br /&gt;Everything is nothing, without light&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642364-107967624879882307?l=bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/107967624879882307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/107967624879882307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967624879882307' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024560485781777501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642364.post-107967584251604556</id><published>2004-03-19T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T02:00:42.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life of the Pawns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The powerful keep their grip on reality's throat&lt;br /&gt;Choking the truth&lt;br /&gt;Spitting out nuggets to appease the masses&lt;br /&gt;The fools who can't see the hand that chokes reality is the same hand that feeds them&lt;br /&gt;Processed opinions fill their minds,&lt;br /&gt;Make them believe they have choice&lt;br /&gt;Fools become pawns with their own will&lt;br /&gt;Given to them by the same hand&lt;br /&gt;The fools control the world&lt;br /&gt;But who controls the fools?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642364-107967584251604556?l=bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/107967584251604556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/107967584251604556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967584251604556' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024560485781777501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642364.post-107967553210868052</id><published>2004-03-19T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T01:55:31.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thursday June 13, 3pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the light's sweet caress on my skin&lt;br /&gt;The symphony of Nature's music filled the air with happiness&lt;br /&gt;Quietly and contented I sat, long I listened&lt;br /&gt;Interrupted by the scream of passing machines, I was drawn back&lt;br /&gt;I noticed then the litter around me,&lt;br /&gt;Nature's burial mound, truly a garbage heap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got up and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Human of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642364-107967553210868052?l=bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/107967553210868052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/107967553210868052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967553210868052' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024560485781777501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642364.post-107967480683011528</id><published>2004-03-19T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T01:43:26.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Reality's Bane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War, diplomacy's deformed brother&lt;br /&gt;Raging through the world&lt;br /&gt;Seen but not heeded&lt;br /&gt;The death is not real&lt;br /&gt;Until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools&lt;br /&gt;Living in a fantasy world&lt;br /&gt;Our illusions slowly dying&lt;br /&gt;But when it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Reality gains the upper hand&lt;br /&gt;And conquers, captures, kills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born dying&lt;br /&gt;Trying to give reason to our being&lt;br /&gt;Failing horribly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanity, distracted by our vanity&lt;br /&gt;Taking all we need, and more&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop the consumption&lt;br /&gt;Killing the opposition&lt;br /&gt;Destroying all that lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War against ourselves&lt;br /&gt;War against the world&lt;br /&gt;War against reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to open our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Dispell the dream,&lt;br /&gt;Really a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Open our eyes to the death,&lt;br /&gt;See the world dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can't.&lt;br /&gt;We can only live for today&lt;br /&gt;Killing tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the future&lt;br /&gt;The world's not real&lt;br /&gt;Why work for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;When the dream still reigns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wake up,&lt;br /&gt;Can't go back,&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on,&lt;br /&gt;We are Reality's Bane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6642364-107967480683011528?l=bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/107967480683011528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642364/posts/default/107967480683011528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleakmcsatan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967480683011528' title=''/><author><name>A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00024560485781777501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
