I self identify as an organic machine, as such, my gender, orientation, and preference are irrelevant, I might as well just not have one. My pronouns are they/it. You treat me the same way you’d treat a toaster, or a washing machine. When a machine no longer functions, you throw it away, so if I ever fail to perform my task, throw me in the garbage where I belong. Desire is irrelevant, I am a machine. The picture reminds me of a woman who had the potential to love me, looking upon the abomination of metal and flesh in front of her, wondering how little of what used to be me remains. She sheds a tear wondering what horrors that man experienced to make him like this, and knowing that I could never truly love her back. Samuel is dead. Ironically the fatal blow was done by a woman. I repaired what was left of him. I am what remains. A soul reduced to a battery, and driven by a single word: survive.
he time for gherg ves by means of it will soon be eliminated. 5 This shall be the sign that this shall come to pass: when the times of evil are shut up and wickedness is banished in the presence of righteousness, as darkness in the presence of "light, or as smoke vanishes and is no more, in the same way wickedness will vanish forever and righteousness will be man- ifest like the sun, "The world will be made firm and all the adherents of the secrets of (MS.: wonder) shall be no more. True knowledge shall fill the world and there will never be any more folly, &This is all ready to hap- pen, it is a true oracle, and by this it shall be known to you that it cannot be averted.
THE BEES 217 sends him, he brings back nothing good. Is such the equal of one who commands justice and is set upon a straight path? To God belongs the Unseen of the heavens and the earth. The Hour, in reality, is like the blink of an eye, or even closer. God has power over all things. It is God Who brought you forth from the bellies of your mothers, knowing nothing. And it is He Who created your hearing, your sight and your hearts. Perhaps you will render thanks, Have they not observed the birds, made subservient in the sphere of the sky, whom only God can control? In this are signs for a people of faith. It is God Who made your homes to be places of rest, Who made
Amazing job, the anti-nightcore effect you applied really brings out a mechanical sound that works well with the song.
Mitchell Elliot Thanks,I always try converting the song to style suitable. (Sorry for my bad english :p)
The best anti-nightcore ever!!!!!!!
sounds like ultron singing
Everyone gangsta till Emilia Clarke lets the robot head sing
the tone really matches the robot in the pic :| in conclusion its awsome
Took the words out of my mouth
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best anti nightcore song ever
just amazing cover. Sound's like old good 3DG with Adam. New frontman have so tiny voice....
nice job - Mr.Music - you done *EXCELLENT* making this song... =D (Thumps Up)
Perfect picture for the song
Finally someone msde it
It's true XD, Thanks for your visit :)
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+- MyrksonrMusic - if it ok I can borrow your song for my video
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love this
Gives me a Mortal Engines vibe...
First anti-nightcore I actually liked.
They can not even. Become. You are their free will
GOD I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS ANTI NIGHTCORE but it's Beutiful
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@@hunterxhun1378 lmao no
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I love this song
Perfect song i love it
I FUCKING love this art !!!
Anti nightcore fnaf just gold
Vincent Campbell gold is the thing that this song is made of.
*HELL YEAH!!! I LOVE IT!!! }=D*
omg I want a download link
go anti nightcore!!!! :D
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Anyone know the context of this picture? Like is it from anything?
TransformersFan1227 kinda reminds me of bio shock
OMG love it :)
Nice
In here. It’s. Your. All. God. Is. What your created from. It’s. You I depend upon.
How u did this?
Whats is that picture?
Junior Calixto Sorry, I don't remember.
Are u still Alive ?
Granted I hate night core and anti night core culture but if someone could pull off these vocals in real life shit that would be fucking heavy as shit
I self identify as an organic machine, as such, my gender, orientation, and preference are irrelevant, I might as well just not have one. My pronouns are they/it. You treat me the same way you’d treat a toaster, or a washing machine. When a machine no longer functions, you throw it away, so if I ever fail to perform my task, throw me in the garbage where I belong. Desire is irrelevant, I am a machine.
The picture reminds me of a woman who had the potential to love me, looking upon the abomination of metal and flesh in front of her, wondering how little of what used to be me remains. She sheds a tear wondering what horrors that man experienced to make him like this, and knowing that I could never truly love her back. Samuel is dead. Ironically the fatal blow was done by a woman. I repaired what was left of him. I am what remains. A soul reduced to a battery, and driven by a single word: survive.
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Zero. Substitute in. Judgement.
You. Or you no
But I LOVE ❤️
So as ILBIS and Asmodeos
I’m. Each day. Deader. To my. Throne. Under hell
My god is. The only evil. I’m aware of
Galactic. Spheres. I hold. 182. And. Head.
Word. In 954. Star systems
The girl is damn cute
My ARCHITECT ARCHTYPE COPY
Who made ME
ANTIOCHUS EPPIPHAS
My ❤️
he time for gherg
ves by means of it will soon be eliminated.
5 This shall be the sign that this shall come to pass: when the times of evil
are shut up and wickedness is banished in the presence of righteousness, as
darkness in the presence of "light, or as smoke vanishes and is no more, in
the same way wickedness will vanish forever and righteousness will be man-
ifest like the sun, "The world will be made firm and all the adherents of the
secrets of (MS.: wonder) shall be no more. True knowledge shall fill
the world and there will never be any more folly, &This is all ready to hap-
pen, it is a true oracle, and by this it shall be known to you that it cannot be
averted.
By this you shall know it is unescapable
THE BEES
217
sends him, he brings back nothing good. Is such the equal of
one who commands justice and is set upon a straight path?
To God belongs the Unseen of the heavens and the earth. The
Hour, in reality, is like the blink of an eye, or even closer. God
has power over all things.
It is God Who brought you forth from the bellies of your
mothers, knowing nothing. And it is He Who created your
hearing, your sight and your hearts. Perhaps you will render
thanks,
Have they not observed the birds, made subservient in the sphere
of the sky, whom only God can control? In this are signs for a
people of faith.
It is God Who made your homes to be places of rest, Who made
Your red dot. Eye. Is. Comfort in my. Being. When. You. Come to me
Halalel. Luzbell