Nature Speaks Unkind \m/

Nature hates him, she despises him.

It is the fact that got him pondering.

The world is nice but cruel.

The latter is what he receives.

What is real to him, no eyes can see.

Thus he live, is he not?

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INFINITERROR - Memoir...\m/

Thus, it was said, no boundaries but Infinite of all Infinities he strive to live his lucid dream into reality where all can experience and learn from his creation.

INFINITERROR is perfected with the presence of Barry Boey. A new inspiration to drive a revolution towards a new world, through fire and dust, to crumbling walls and falling tears, he shall strive. It is not just a band of his, but all that he has, is more than just it meets the eye of human beings, a higher reason, a greater great and an everlasting wisdom.

Terror has a new name...\m/

INFINITERROR - Saviour Within

INFINITERROR, a three-piece music band with a serious musical edge and ambition to create a legend from their sound, words, ideals and beliefs.

Focusing in the veins of Heavy Metal, mainly towards the intonation of Thrash Metal, it has been a long five years of difficulty and challenges to endure ever since the band's formation. But, Terrorazor (guitar and vocals) had never been so driven to such extend of motivation towards the progress of Infiniterror. With all the setbacks and an unmoving progress in the past, puts the band to simply his hobby to satisfy his musical side. With a constant incomplete lineup over the years with unmotivated, uninterested and undedicated member, just crushes the spirit out of him to see a future with Infiniterror.

Such was then, until a savior of his confidence and faith arrive at the moment of his darkest hour, that Terrorazor had a reason to move on with his lifetime mission he chooses to fulfill even if it meant his material downfall. Yes, to push Infiniterror towards six-feet-under of relentless success to enlighten and to move the heart of the universe, pure credit must be given to Barry Boey (guitar and bass), the new member of Infiniterror who fills the gap and finds the missing part of the band. The perfect member and the perfect match to the band, to compose, practice and perform alongside him was the best of Infiniterror's timeline, period, for Barry nailed his first major gig at KL Thrashed 2014 with confidence and energy. He boosted and reboost Infiniterror with a brand new vibe never once Terrorazor has felt...\m/

The End, The Beginning \m/

There are no justice,
It all boils down to Razor's own fist,
And all Hell breaks loose,
For all battle for their survival,
The good of him has fallen,
The evil around him arises,
Humans blinded by their emotions,
The ego puts one to submission,
The enjoyment is the temptation,
The freedom is all a distortion,
Delusion and illusion,
The reality is just a perception,
You put Razor to his demise,
Strip him disgrace him to shame,
His demon is his eminence,
The final call is his answer,
Turn his love to violence,
For his love was deceived,
By your every kind words,
Meant nothing more than empty words,
The pinnacle is here,
In the next sunrise,
Over the edge of noon,
Every remnants of his demon,
Forms the true rage of his destiny,
To satisfy his violence lust,
To end his suffering or,
Create a new world order,
Justice shall be served by a lesson in violence,
By the dead or the living.

To my blood brethren, I wish for you to be my Parents and brother again in time to come. Thank you for giving me this life. \m/

The haunting of She \m/

It haunts all of his senses, each time, asleep or awake, there is no escape. To where he move, is to where stood, gazing at vivid images replaying in front of his eyes again and again. She is not something to be called to shrug off his mind, the importance of her existence, sets a meaningful presence to all of himself. It touches his life with all his six senses to be unite in his one core, deep down in his heart, creates a mark and so does a scar. All has turned into his haunting memoir, illusions and delusions, his happiness into dreams, his misery into reality. Sleep no more, awake is futile, the middle is in battle, in void he withdraws. Nowhere to turn to, no refuge to be taken, for his true life is gone, nothing can be done, for all he got is lost within the one. \m/

Judging the judgeless \m/

People always misjudge one to judge on the first impression but the fact is what causes the first impression comes from the action preceding your first impression. It is your actions that you do not realize that makes you being judged at first sight. Your actions comes from your ego that you plant it on your outer physiques that make the first impression of yourself. I am judging you not on the first impression but the cause of your outer first impression. Why do you that is my question? It is my statement preceding to your first impression. Everything boils down to the ego, the selfish need of attention and all things of the self. Naive it is for those who tell others not to judge others when all is judging one another while all is having their egos. Those who defend themselves from being judged and those who judge are purely made of their ego. You want to prove that first impression, first judgment and judging by not knowing, has already made you being judged as a being of full pride and selfish ego. Your defensiveness has shown your pride but you are just the same of ego. It creates worse impression with your statement of justification.

So many things, humans are doing uncobsciously without their thinking mind. Even those who think, are mighty ignorant.

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Love \m/

Love is both side of extremity. One can be way more than a best friend and one can be way worse than an enemy. One can treat you more than a king and one can put you in the lowest lifeform of humanity. Love revive and love destroys. Love is madness and love is serenity. Both side of the extreme exist in one love. Love, can never ever be trusted. \m/

Discomfort \m/

Time flies, days past him by like the everflowing wind, sounding the chime in his head to remind him of every second that has past out of his existence. The second month is approaching, nothing seems to get any better, just the risk getting higher. The restlessness is neverending, never forgiving, self-inflicting perseverance on his own. Yet, nothing is still, nothing is calm, he just wants more, to be out of his head. It is murderous, yet it could not kill, but forever tormenting. The cure is just an illusion, there is no salvation. \m/