I am God , God told me.....

[outlawState]

I have a strong feeling our musical tastes are not in sync with each other.

My listening preferences exist in two areas that are in separate corners of the musical spectrum.

Metal- Black, Crust, Doom, Hardcore, Grind, Instrumental, Cross genre, tech death, death, prog, post, melodic, math, and folk metals

&

Electronic- Ambient, Synthwave, Chillwave, Circuit Bending, and 8-Bit with no lyrics whatsoever.

How about Orchid - I am Nietzche.
Well, he thought he was God too, because he thought he had killed God.

 

[james blunt]

Can I pray to you for healing? Wisdom? Prosperity? Salvation?

God, the eternal, pre-existent One, is before you, and will be after you and I.

Be alive and feel, God is within your heart, God cannot do miracles, doctors with God within their hearts can. Join hands with me and celebrate us , our existence, let us be one family.

let's unite and rock the house of God together

 

[sealchan]

I don't think so...I doubt most of the things that I think about can be created in the real world.

I did a painting of a reflection of a reflection of a reflection, so how to you make that real?

By painting it and speaking about it...like truth, reality has gray scales...

 

[Cacotopia]

I am conscious though that most of the music I listen to is like nails on a chalkboard to people.

 

[sealchan]

For to create is to imagine, to imagine is to create, with materials we can create the imaginable.

For I have created God in me by using the materials.

Therefore I claim the right to be God.

As long as you are of sound mind...I feel ya'!

Just be prepared for the responsibilities and the blame!

 

[Cacotopia]

By painting it and speaking about it...like truth, reality has gray scales...

Reality is boring as hell, that's why I try not to paint it.

 

[sojourner]

God has the authority over mind, mind has control over actions, truth is truth and lies are lies.

Feel ......................

Become alive or stay dead.....

That’s not cogent to my argument.

 

[Cacotopia]

This is as close to reality as I will get.

 

[james blunt]

As long as you are of sound mind...I feel ya'!

Just be prepared for the responsibilities and the blame!

Don't hear me, hear Gods symphony for us all

 

[james blunt]

That’s not cogent to my argument.

The governments of the world can't control who god is, that is our divine right .

 

[sealchan]

Feel like a god...

 

[Cacotopia]

The governments of the world can't control who god is, that is our divine right .

I would say its just a right, the "divine" implies god gave you specifically something and can be exclusionary.

Like the idea of a chosen people, gives those people the idea they can step on everyone else because they are favored by some supernatural being. divinity complicates things to a degree that wars can start from the idea.

Could it be my divine right to deny there being a god?

 

[sojourner]

The governments of the world can't control who god is, that is our divine right .

Again: rights are conferred by governments. No one has a “right” to be God.

 

[Cacotopia]

God- A Forest of Stars

Silence shattered like ice, incipit rage in myriad voices of the wind
All light now absent as the banshees howl
No solace in the maelstrom

Even the sun's afraid to rise around here

It's ice cold as far as the eye can see
Relentless winter restraining the new mourning rays

Frozen in thought whilst seeking oblivion

Got scalded by summer, given the cold shoulder by winter
We'd watched the world go by...
Shifting slowly from here to there, going in the direction of everywhere, but arriving neither here nor there
Now there's a taste of blood in all the throats around here

Asked for a shot of winter in my holocaust, it caught my throat afire on the way down
Wrought iron gateways pleading, under-used ovens awaiting further problems
Countless eyes closing, rhyme boring reason

It wasn't very sunny that weekend, sitting and watching this world stumbling to its end

All rain all everywhere

Shining wet skies' tears

 

[Cacotopia]

Again: rights are conferred by governments. No one has a “right” to be God.

I'm thinking it was their definition, and rights aren't necessarily determined solely by governments.

 

[james blunt]

Dj God in the house
Control of the mouse
holy in nature
I don't hate ye
who's to blame
you not being tame
that is lame
it is not a game
are you insane
God is the main
made it rain
made it snow
made the sky glow
lined you up in a row
watched you grow
oh oh no
evolution to slow
need a hand
So I started a band
Waved my hand
Now don't hang around
life is short
You need to talk
Lets just hold hands
take a walk
both look up
feel small
regards to all....

 

[james blunt]

 

[Cacotopia]

Maybe it's just me but those lyrics are too clear, and to me I think they spent no time making them, they're hacky. I like songs whose lyrics make you think what they mean. That are more rich in their description.

The texture of the soul is a liquid
That casts a vermilion flood
From a wound carved as an oath
It fills the river bank a sanguine fog

These arms were meant to be lost
Hacked, severed, and forgotten

The texture of time is a whisper
That echoes across the flood
Its hymn resonates from tree to tree
Through every sullen bough it sings

These boughs were said to be lost
Torn, unearthed, and broken

Earth to flesh, flesh to wood
Cast these limbs into the water
Flesh to wood, wood to stone
Cast this stone into the water

(lyrics don't start till 5:05)

 

[james blunt]

Maybe it's just me but

 

[Cacotopia]

I am not feeling the green burning flame, as I gaze back along footprints you have made
I am not dreaming of more than you have shown. You're not a foundation, you are not a stone

But I'm afraid of the way that I'm feeling; afraid of this new understanding now;
Afraid for the beauty within me, and that which I hold within my hand
And this is the ultimate secret, that many before me have ever known

So capture me while I am weakest...
I want to know, I want to know...

Here I am wide open, surrendering to your side
I have laid down my armour
I have no sword at my side
I leave behind me the ruins of the fortress I swore to defend;
I leave behind me foundations
I'll leave you a man I'll need you to mend

And through all the battles around me I never believed I would fight
Yet here I stand, a broken soldier, shivering and naked, in your winter light