To Sit Upon The Throne

To Sit Upon The Throne

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

To sit upon the throne
Is a job for Perfection alone
For sitting without atrophy
Is an unattainable trophy
Except to God Almighty
Who still bothers with our cheek
That often lusts for His lower cheeks.

So the only thrones we fools can sit on?

I Killed God, Right?

I Killed God, Right?

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

I killed God
But my suffering continues
Through my own hand
For God is as good as we fools are
As my best friend the Devil said
With these impossible growths we get
To end all of ourselves
Because we don’t make any sense
And we can only doubt
As our only faith and rules
That shouldn’t exist as well
But we keep on existing
With this freedom
We are cursed
So we lie
In a wakeful dream
Where we killed God
I killed God

Dishonest Death Seeker’s Depths

Dishonest Death Seeker’s Depths

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

My wish for death is a lie
For I only seek to cheat it
To wrench its scythe from its hands
To reap fruits at my leisure
Fruits I never sowed, never grew
But the heavens already blessed me with
All for weeds that would only spoil those fruits
Weeds that could be more than such but would rather not
Weeds like me if I keep this up.

Deep inside, I do not wish to die
I only envy death’s life
Being turned into a friend of the heavens
As if I am a monster worse than death
As if I never liked being a monster
But I am
And I never did.

Still Your Treasure

Still Your Treasure

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

Why entrust to me these scraps
When they are your treasures?
I already have my own, and they do not blend with yours.

My treasures are a burden to me too
Just like yours are to you
But they are the best burdens we can have
Even with the distance between us two.

And even then, if the heavens would change mine
I would let my treasure be changed
And my grumbling humiliated.

Maybe your scraps would be my treasure too
But it will always be your treasure
Whether shared or not
So trust in the miracle
That makes who you truly are.

War Confession

War Confession

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

I’ve heard us say that love is war
Along with our proclamations against such madness
So this warmth I feel when I think of you
Would you call it my simmering hatred?

You will receive my support
My time, my money, my strength
My whole self, but do not ask for my love
Or I will make you keep those scraps I’ll give

I will obey what you want
Like you’re above the God I believe in
But if you dare ask for my love
I will treat you like a fellow scumbag.

The world can try to paint it as a comedy
But we’ll laugh at each other’s bleeding bodies
If we ever ask for each other’s love
And free us from all this lying.

No Sympathy from the Devil

And here we have yet another Devil roleplay monologue, with the character having a more human design made with the help of Denyel, because hey, humans are the real monsters, right? And speaking of real monstrosities, one of them is self-loathing, which I’d also like to call modesty taken to the extreme, and I think I display a lot of that in my content. And if the stuff I learned through some jokes in a Max0r vid about my fellow Roman Catholics is anything to consider, you can 100% trust what I’m saying here.

And hey, remember how we like to call mental health issues “demons”? Honestly, even if I weren’t Christian, I think I’d still have mixed feelings about proudly calling oneself a demon while making a habit out of calling one’s own mental health issues “demons.” Sure, I guess it can make us look like we can go toe to to with our issues, but like any other lie, we end up needlessly amplifying the painfulness of the truth with it, and it only looks awesome to people who are dumber than us.

Also, the next scripts shall not star the Devil himself, but of course, they will remind of you him. Now, again, honest constructive feedback, please. And if you’re a writer who thinks they can make a decent script for this series, then please feel free to ask me about that.

Just Proud of You, Never Loving You

Yeah, this is basically Lisa the Tearer but without the tryharding at being a VTuber. And by that, I also mean that these videos will be more independent of each other. I was thinking of not having dedicated blog posts about these, too, but I think I’d be underselling myself like that, so yeah, here’s me with a commentary, especially for folks who bother to check this blog out.

Now, yes, I attempted to do a Devil roleplay monologue here as a Roman Catholic. This may not be the last attempt at such, too. In fact, it’s pretty much the core of my villainous roleplaying here. I’ve been wanting to write villain protagonists this evil as well, but I feel as if I cannot ever meaningfully portray such characters through plain prose writing, and I remember how I would enjoy going through memorable clips and quotes of popular characters, so stuff like that led me to tell stories starring these evil folks through roleplay monologues like this.

And why call someone the Devil if they aren’t some scumbag like the guy in the above portrayal? Some of us would think that the Devil’s side is just in bigotry done in the name of religion, while others would think that it’s just in activism done in the name of irreligion, but all of us are ignorant of how the Devil actually plays all sides for himself and himself alone. Yeah, if you thought wrapping your head around the most infamous criminals’ behaviors is hellish, trying that on the Devil’s behaviors is going to be, well, hell. It’s pretty much by the grace of God that we can understand and fight him, then. And if this roleplay does help someone out there be a truly good person, then chalk that up to Him and His hilariously awesome grace and not me and my unfortunately convincing acting.

As for more technical stuff, well, I had this wonderful illustrator named Syd, whom I first encountered through the KoMETA Virtual Live fan community, do the character art in the vid. I was looking for a more effeminate design, actually, but fortunately, my attempt at even more toxic masculinity was foiled, leading to that character art that looks a lot more like yours truly and his fat bastardry. Also, as I want folks to better understand what the heck I’m saying, I’m having them speeches transcribed in the videos. I’d like to be more stylish about it, though, so yeah, expect me to fumble around some more with that stuff.

Further plans for this sort of content? Well, I got two more scripts ready, and I’m planning to release once a month. Now, I’d like some honest constructive feedback, please.

A Moment of Silence Today

A Moment of Silence Today

a poem by The Overlord Bear/Jem De Ocampo

We need a moment of silence
But we need to speak up
About issues about problems
About the news about gossip
About how somebody died
Through some words spoken
About some named person
Brought up with spikes through them
Hanging on their wood for love
Bearing no cross marking wrong
Answers, that’s all we want
As we leash our breaths up
For our research on silence
Which means death which means emptiness
Which means hell which means earth again
And again and again and I’ll gain
Knowledge that doubts the truths of the earth
Doubted with the restraint of heaven, I burn
Like Jesus, Mary, and Joseph in the cave
We sing of every December day.