Is Rob Zombie a Prophet?

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There is a clarity and a wonderful feeling when you know you have absolutely failed and that all that is left is the process of digesting the judgment of others. How fascinating as a society we don't celebrate failure in the empty way that only the dead inside can understand. We are creepers and fuck-boys but in the end of the day we have nothing to lose. And we are out there jealous and dangerous to the very thing we desire. Its the moment when you have the courage to say "I'm fucking crazy but I love you!" call the cops or ask deadpool for a favor cause cause at the end of the day liberation is failure. If you survive and suffer then you become a grotesque parody of humanity like baby you make people watch you theater but in the end the show is madness and the sound track is super beast or and the from the love of  thunder kiss 65 the greatest metal song ever made. But what about Mr zombie honestly i don't know that much about the guy other then his family were carny's and it didn't end well. Also like all great artists he was shy and weird till he discovered alcohol and drugs and became the great man we all adore today. just remember kids some one said "I am the devil, and I am here to do the devils work." if rob zombie prophet isn't  prophet he should be I could see him hang Elijah have fire rained down as they discussed the meaning of life. just remember these words from Mohamed "The ink of the scholar is more sacred than the blood of the martyr."

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