WHAT?
Once you truly accept that you will die, you must act. You must sharpen your knives (the object) and prepare yourself for the end. We are not warned of when we will hear the 7 trumpets. Yet we will hear them. Do you wish to die satiated on nothing but a diet of readily avalible slop? Or do you yearn for something more beyond the smoke and mirrors? Beyond the lives we lead?
We do.
A small ram and two wolves have branched out into music after being visual artists their entire lives, accepting this notion.
We aim for infinity as it stretches out before ourselves. I will hold out my hand and lead you into it, if only you will let me.
WHO?
Knives is the lead singer, and someone let him have a guitar. Nothing particularly noteworthy, just an ordinary ram. He enjoys spending too much money and being emotionally unstable. Please send him money. He needs more to buy things. This was definitely not written by Knives.
⬛⬛⬛⬛ Wolf of sorts, alongside our bassist and backup vocals. I would've asked him what he wanted me to put here but he's currently asleep on the couch. So who knows, really? He likes to do "girl stuff", monkeys, mustelids, and very large mirrors.
⬛⬛⬛⬛ a very nice wolf. Drums. He likes sea creatures, the color green, and painting. I once asked him if he wanted to write a song for me, but he told me that my feet pressed against his back were starting to get painfully cold and he asked me very nicely to take them off of him. I did not.
HUH?
My father began to speak, the knife still held to my throat, motionless, his head bent upward towards the stars above that blanketed the sky.
"This is just a lamb, only a lamb, isn't he? The Only?" he mumbled to himself. He then looked down on me, stared into my eyes. "I'm going to slaughter you, little lamb, and then I'll let my servants eat you, save some to bring back to my wife and beloved son. He was mumbling inaudibly.
I was able to open my mouth. My father had to see this because he mimicked it himself and finally said, "Little lamb, you are for The Only." I let out a slight breath as I felt the knife press to my throat. It began to slightly slice my skin.
CREDIT
Code by Ren at floraltriptych.nekoweb.org
Vinyl showcase code by www.kazimariusz.com
Click image code by Nasser on Stack Overflow
