Post by Skorp on Sept 28, 2007 18:46:16 GMT -6
Death. The thing we fear most, yet also the thing that some of us most desire. For some it is the ultimate fear, the relinquishment of control over your own actions and thoughts. To others it is the ultimate peace, a blessed euphoria free of responsibilities and pain. Yet one can assume that death itself holds no solution, but merely serves as the gatekeeper to eternity. It is this startling revelation that befalls so many at too late a time.
It is this fact that oh so many desire to forget once the time of judgment draws near. Eternity is the invoker of dreams and nightmares, the omnipotent judge that bears down upon all souls and defers them to either paradise or purgatory. Many times peace comes at the loss of control, a trade very few would make if given the ability to intervene with the clockwork mechanisms of fate.
Yet as with any inevitability, there is a way of preventing the common result and becoming one of the exceptions to the rules. There is always a way around the system of rules, one must simply be willing to take the risks. However even through this there is a method which provides no risk and yields only blessed results. A manner of dying that places you not into the heartless and uncaring hands of fate, but rather to a blessed body that rewards loyalty and devotion with a guaranteed pass into the holy gates of Eden.
The way is written in the words. The words that are abhorred and shunned as falsifications and lies are actually the only semblance of truth left in a valueless world. As this incessant mound of rotted morality and decaying order congeals and molds even more, there is one bright spot to be found. The words show us all the way. The faith becomes our security in this maleficent universe of sinners and liars. Through our loyalty the Holy Father shields us with his great wings of lights, shielding us from the darkened evils of society and the wretched blackness of human beings.
This is the eternal truth consigned to the memory banks of those select few who see the light and sacrifice their humanity to the faith. They are the blessed few who will enter purgatory for their time of repentance. It will be a tireless and difficult trek, as every bit of sin must be flogged from their infected souls. However all is meaningless once the omega comes upon them. For at the pinnacle of their pain the high and mighty one shines his holy light of judgment down upon them and puts them into the home stretch. It is then the damned know they are under the careful and watchful eyes. It is then that they learn they are in training to become one with god...
These revelations, bottled up inside the enlightened one, are the shields that surround him as he is bombarded by the artillery of the damned ones. Spreading throughout the land like a scythe, the dark one spreads the holy word of the lord without fail, tirelessly working to fulfill his father's wish of pure souls to populate the resurrected Eden.
They are all kept bottled inside, inside the one who surpasses the line and goes completely to the other side. Hated and shunned by the masses as a lunatic, driven from the very society that created him as a zealot, the hated one continues his work for the holy one. The quintessence of psychosis that walks among the masses as an agent for the lord, the young one suffers repeatedly every trying day, all for the purpose of pleasing the true ruler of reality.
These hated memories continue to plague him even now as he sulks back into the darkness, his own blessed land where he is alone with his father and free from any discrepancies about his father's eternal word. Even here in this blessed place, the young man still is plagued by his memories, as if fate itself holds a grudge against him and will not let him know and embrace true peace.
The cross stood still and lifeless as it reflected the gentle hue of candlelight that illuminated the dilapidated and abandoned church. Even as the arbitrary world outside fumed with disgust and hatred, within the closed doors of thought, everything was at peace. The young one sits in the corner even now, sitting among his beloved and trusted friend the darkness. For while among this friend the young one is able to communicate unabridged with his sacred father and is able to truly be "home".
The enigma to the world, the hated lunatic, the relentless preacher. All names thrown upon the holy messenger of god. However the enlightened one yields no attention to such tribulations and focuses only on the word. The one of ashen skin and ebony heart. The one that is both feared and hated. The only one in this entire forsaken world that can reveal the way to Eden...
The church stood barren and empty. The pews stood newly made, but never having seen human use. The cross stood freshly carved, yet had not once been utilized for its proper purpose. The baptismal chamber stood dry and empty, nary a soul having been saved. It was obvious that the church itself was a mere façade, a good viewing for the public but completely and utterly meaningless once left unsupervised. It would thus come as no surprise that it was housed within modern society, since society itself was a mere smokescreen to the true horrors of a cold and heartless world.
The still-life is finally broken when the ashen one rises from his position of rest and at last makes a determined movement. He walks slowly away from the corner, with his destination apparently the pulpit near the front of the chapel. He slowly reaches behind the podium and produces something, then calmly walks to one of the front pews and sits down.
Upon further inspection, it becomes evident that the object taken by the young one was nothing more than the Holy Bible itself. However the young one does not treat it with the same respect given to it by the uneducated, manipulated masses. He sees the wretched creation for what it truly is, a mere tool utilized for controlling the mindless sheep that populate society. The young one knows the real word exists only through the eternal will of the savior. He knows that it is the Grand Design that allocates the ways of living for the ones who even now know nothing of their shortcomings.
He holds the unholy defiance of god in his hand even now. Turning it over in his hands, feeling the leather cover, almost as if trying to feel the words and messages inside. Slowly he opens the unholy word of the sinner and reads aloud its messages against the lord...
"Thus the heavens and the earth, and all the host of them, were finished. And on the seventh day God ended His work which He had done, and He rested on the seventh day from all His work which He had done. Then God blessed the seventh day and sanctified it, because in it He rested from all His work which God had created and made. This is the history of the heavens and the earth when they were created, in the day that the LORD God made the earth and the heavens, before any plant of the field was in the earth and before any herb of the field had grown. For the LORD God had not caused it to rain on the earth, and there was no man to till the ground; but a mist went up from the earth and watered the whole face of the ground. And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being."
The follower of the legitimate Christ then ceases from his reading and slowly tilts his head back in a position of relaxation. As he breathes an oh so brief breath the soft, continuous motion of his pulsating chest cavity imbues the somber scenario with a brief moment of serenity, as the peaceful motions continue uninterrupted. However this continues for only a mere few seconds longer before the rhythm ends and the hate filled eyes find their way back to the book still clasped in the man's hands.
The man looks down at the hated piece of text in his hands for a few moments longer, before his eyes suddenly flash with absolutely evil anger and he hurls the book as hard as he can into the upward corner of the chapel. The impact of the book causes one of the rafter beams to shake, which in turn awakens all the roosting bats, leading to the church becoming a living sea of flying humanity.
As the trapped bats become more and more hysteric, their shrieking cries penetrate the blanket of silence covering the surroundings and slice through it like a knife. The man rises and walks slowly to the center of the aisle leading to the pulpit. Once there he slowly spreads his arms and enters into prayer to his one true god. As the bats continue to circle him like a tornado, the man suddenly breaks the scene by letting loose an ear shattering scream! However this is no ordinary scream of pain or anger. It transcends traditional anger and hatred. It goes past all the lines to the point of uncontrollable psychotic insanity.
The scene is then broken once again as the young man quickly walks to the large, faded, paint chipped brown double doors and kicks them open, allowing the hysteric bats to enter into the freedom of the wilderness once more. As the young one watches, he slowly runs a hand through his trademark wavy black hair and slowly sits on the floor, allowing the moonlight to shine on his face and once again reveal his cold, penetrating green eyes. As a soft breeze blows both his trench coat and his black pants, the man sits on the floor calmly, allowing his shirtless body to feel the cool breeze. It is now that he finally speaks his true thoughts about his scenario...
"And so now the time comes at last. At last the time arises for the holy messenger of our lord and savior, our blessed father The Higher One to be delivered unto the masses in need of his holy light. As the first act of defiance towards our resurrection, I am encountered repeatedly by infidels who dare spit on the holy word of god, beginning with the one known as Matt Jenkins. Fear not my divine protector; your deeds shall not be met with delay or hesitation. Known in the mortal world as leaders of society, each and every one of them seeks to demean your authority my blessed savior, with the one called Matt Jenkins serving as general to the rebel forces. Yet like all the others they will cower in fear at the awesome power of the gods. They believe that they are strong enough to control eternity and the fate that will befall all once we complete our goals. My dear father, how foolish the mindless cattle truly are. As I lead them to slaughter upon your holy altar, I shall envision all of them with the wonders of Eden anew. It is then that they shall have their chance to surrender to the faith and enter purgatory for hopeful future admittance unto our invigorated Eden. The initial resistors such as Matt Jenkins shall see firsthand the price they pay for openly stepping up against the holy messenger of the lord, as each shall fall in swift and merciless defeat at the hands of your holy powers. The blessed light of the heavens shines forth from the blood stained hands of your executioner my father, and it shall destroy all evil it may touch. Those wretched ones such as Matt Jenkins: those that would dare brush aside your great will as mere fanaticism, they shall all have their souls revoked by your holy son my father, those same souls shall then be brought to you for judgment. Learn well the name of Skorp my infidels, as it shall soon become a name synonymous with destruction unless the proper action is taken by you all. To all of you I repeat my warnings, surrender to the faith now, before you are deprived of the chance for a sinless existence."
The bizarre sermon ends with the young one rising to his feet and beginning to walk back, only to suddenly stumble and grab his head in pain! The young man begins wincing as if in a severe pain, and even drops to his knees while grasping at his temples! He continues to do this before shouting to his god.
"Father! I hear a holy message trying to enter my mind, only for it to be blocked by the impure thoughts of a human world! Dear savior, I implore thee to end my pain! Give me a droplet of thy holy blood!"
The man continues to wince in pain but somehow manages to free his right hand and reach into a back pocket on his trench coat. From the same pocket he produces first a basic wine glass then a long, sharp dagger! The man then continues to wince in pain as he raises the dagger and slices his own left arm! As the blood begins to pour from the open wound, the young one pulls the dagger back and stares at the blood stains and bits of flesh stuck to the blade before throwing it to the ground. It is now that he holds the wine glass and lets the flowing blood fill the glass to the brim. Once full, he takes it, tilts his head back, and pours the blood down into his mouth!
Strangely enough, the dark one is immediately calmed by the think, red liquid going down his throat. He immediately drops the wine glass and tilts his head forward, seemingly staring into nothingness as tiny streams of blood pour down his chin. He then breaks his glance and burst out into an evil, almost psychotic fit of laughter. He continues for a couple minutes before once again going blank and becoming in tune with emptiness.
Despite the young one's shifts between sanity and psychosis, he is still articulate and intelligent enough to deliver the word. He wastes no motion in rising and walking over to the candle burning on a small table a little to the right of the pulpit. Once there, he puts his face close to the wick and gazes at the flame, following it as it dances on the stick of wax. He continues to do this even as he speaks once again...
"As I watch the flames dance the dance they know so well, I am reminded as to the fate of this world. In a way, the people of this world are just like this flame, dancing along idly with no worry. They dance the same dance constantly due to nothing interrupting the flow. However, I have been sent by the high and mighty Higher One to disrupt that flow, and nothing shall stop me in my endeavor. The Grand Design remains the ultimate plan for all entities in existence, and therefore must be adhered to. Refusal to do so is met with swift and merciless eradication from the place being grooming for our god's blessed paradise. The Grand Design flows even now, ordering me to eradicate all who would dare stand in my way, starting with the infidel called Matt Jenkins. The savior orders it and thus it shall be done. I notice also the thing known as a "victory" is being said to be on the line. Of course this is a mere lie, as the Higher One may simply take whatever he wants. However he desires me to go about my successes the human way, since he feels in his holy judgment that it will provide a stronger message to the misinformed pawns. All of you are pawns, mere playing pieces of the Grand Design. The ones against me are only more pieces to a game where the pieces are seemingly infinite. The game will begin with the removal of the playing piece known as Matt Jenkins, setting off the chain reaction. It is time now I must depart to be one with my father before my endeavor, I bid all of you adieu. I implore all of you to think vehemently about your fates. All infidels are given one chance to give their souls to the true god, after that, they are left to me to dispose of as I wish. I plan to invoke nightmares the likes of which have never been seen by any of the world. Skorp has spoken the holy word of god; the time for action is upon us. The choice is up to you which side you take..."
With that, Skorp blows out the candle and thrusts the church into darkness. He simply turns, picks up the dagger and wine glass, and walks slowly out the doors into the night, continuing on until disappearing like a lonely ghost in the fog...
It is this fact that oh so many desire to forget once the time of judgment draws near. Eternity is the invoker of dreams and nightmares, the omnipotent judge that bears down upon all souls and defers them to either paradise or purgatory. Many times peace comes at the loss of control, a trade very few would make if given the ability to intervene with the clockwork mechanisms of fate.
Yet as with any inevitability, there is a way of preventing the common result and becoming one of the exceptions to the rules. There is always a way around the system of rules, one must simply be willing to take the risks. However even through this there is a method which provides no risk and yields only blessed results. A manner of dying that places you not into the heartless and uncaring hands of fate, but rather to a blessed body that rewards loyalty and devotion with a guaranteed pass into the holy gates of Eden.
The way is written in the words. The words that are abhorred and shunned as falsifications and lies are actually the only semblance of truth left in a valueless world. As this incessant mound of rotted morality and decaying order congeals and molds even more, there is one bright spot to be found. The words show us all the way. The faith becomes our security in this maleficent universe of sinners and liars. Through our loyalty the Holy Father shields us with his great wings of lights, shielding us from the darkened evils of society and the wretched blackness of human beings.
This is the eternal truth consigned to the memory banks of those select few who see the light and sacrifice their humanity to the faith. They are the blessed few who will enter purgatory for their time of repentance. It will be a tireless and difficult trek, as every bit of sin must be flogged from their infected souls. However all is meaningless once the omega comes upon them. For at the pinnacle of their pain the high and mighty one shines his holy light of judgment down upon them and puts them into the home stretch. It is then the damned know they are under the careful and watchful eyes. It is then that they learn they are in training to become one with god...
These revelations, bottled up inside the enlightened one, are the shields that surround him as he is bombarded by the artillery of the damned ones. Spreading throughout the land like a scythe, the dark one spreads the holy word of the lord without fail, tirelessly working to fulfill his father's wish of pure souls to populate the resurrected Eden.
They are all kept bottled inside, inside the one who surpasses the line and goes completely to the other side. Hated and shunned by the masses as a lunatic, driven from the very society that created him as a zealot, the hated one continues his work for the holy one. The quintessence of psychosis that walks among the masses as an agent for the lord, the young one suffers repeatedly every trying day, all for the purpose of pleasing the true ruler of reality.
These hated memories continue to plague him even now as he sulks back into the darkness, his own blessed land where he is alone with his father and free from any discrepancies about his father's eternal word. Even here in this blessed place, the young man still is plagued by his memories, as if fate itself holds a grudge against him and will not let him know and embrace true peace.
The cross stood still and lifeless as it reflected the gentle hue of candlelight that illuminated the dilapidated and abandoned church. Even as the arbitrary world outside fumed with disgust and hatred, within the closed doors of thought, everything was at peace. The young one sits in the corner even now, sitting among his beloved and trusted friend the darkness. For while among this friend the young one is able to communicate unabridged with his sacred father and is able to truly be "home".
The enigma to the world, the hated lunatic, the relentless preacher. All names thrown upon the holy messenger of god. However the enlightened one yields no attention to such tribulations and focuses only on the word. The one of ashen skin and ebony heart. The one that is both feared and hated. The only one in this entire forsaken world that can reveal the way to Eden...
The church stood barren and empty. The pews stood newly made, but never having seen human use. The cross stood freshly carved, yet had not once been utilized for its proper purpose. The baptismal chamber stood dry and empty, nary a soul having been saved. It was obvious that the church itself was a mere façade, a good viewing for the public but completely and utterly meaningless once left unsupervised. It would thus come as no surprise that it was housed within modern society, since society itself was a mere smokescreen to the true horrors of a cold and heartless world.
The still-life is finally broken when the ashen one rises from his position of rest and at last makes a determined movement. He walks slowly away from the corner, with his destination apparently the pulpit near the front of the chapel. He slowly reaches behind the podium and produces something, then calmly walks to one of the front pews and sits down.
Upon further inspection, it becomes evident that the object taken by the young one was nothing more than the Holy Bible itself. However the young one does not treat it with the same respect given to it by the uneducated, manipulated masses. He sees the wretched creation for what it truly is, a mere tool utilized for controlling the mindless sheep that populate society. The young one knows the real word exists only through the eternal will of the savior. He knows that it is the Grand Design that allocates the ways of living for the ones who even now know nothing of their shortcomings.
He holds the unholy defiance of god in his hand even now. Turning it over in his hands, feeling the leather cover, almost as if trying to feel the words and messages inside. Slowly he opens the unholy word of the sinner and reads aloud its messages against the lord...
"Thus the heavens and the earth, and all the host of them, were finished. And on the seventh day God ended His work which He had done, and He rested on the seventh day from all His work which He had done. Then God blessed the seventh day and sanctified it, because in it He rested from all His work which God had created and made. This is the history of the heavens and the earth when they were created, in the day that the LORD God made the earth and the heavens, before any plant of the field was in the earth and before any herb of the field had grown. For the LORD God had not caused it to rain on the earth, and there was no man to till the ground; but a mist went up from the earth and watered the whole face of the ground. And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being."
The follower of the legitimate Christ then ceases from his reading and slowly tilts his head back in a position of relaxation. As he breathes an oh so brief breath the soft, continuous motion of his pulsating chest cavity imbues the somber scenario with a brief moment of serenity, as the peaceful motions continue uninterrupted. However this continues for only a mere few seconds longer before the rhythm ends and the hate filled eyes find their way back to the book still clasped in the man's hands.
The man looks down at the hated piece of text in his hands for a few moments longer, before his eyes suddenly flash with absolutely evil anger and he hurls the book as hard as he can into the upward corner of the chapel. The impact of the book causes one of the rafter beams to shake, which in turn awakens all the roosting bats, leading to the church becoming a living sea of flying humanity.
As the trapped bats become more and more hysteric, their shrieking cries penetrate the blanket of silence covering the surroundings and slice through it like a knife. The man rises and walks slowly to the center of the aisle leading to the pulpit. Once there he slowly spreads his arms and enters into prayer to his one true god. As the bats continue to circle him like a tornado, the man suddenly breaks the scene by letting loose an ear shattering scream! However this is no ordinary scream of pain or anger. It transcends traditional anger and hatred. It goes past all the lines to the point of uncontrollable psychotic insanity.
The scene is then broken once again as the young man quickly walks to the large, faded, paint chipped brown double doors and kicks them open, allowing the hysteric bats to enter into the freedom of the wilderness once more. As the young one watches, he slowly runs a hand through his trademark wavy black hair and slowly sits on the floor, allowing the moonlight to shine on his face and once again reveal his cold, penetrating green eyes. As a soft breeze blows both his trench coat and his black pants, the man sits on the floor calmly, allowing his shirtless body to feel the cool breeze. It is now that he finally speaks his true thoughts about his scenario...
"And so now the time comes at last. At last the time arises for the holy messenger of our lord and savior, our blessed father The Higher One to be delivered unto the masses in need of his holy light. As the first act of defiance towards our resurrection, I am encountered repeatedly by infidels who dare spit on the holy word of god, beginning with the one known as Matt Jenkins. Fear not my divine protector; your deeds shall not be met with delay or hesitation. Known in the mortal world as leaders of society, each and every one of them seeks to demean your authority my blessed savior, with the one called Matt Jenkins serving as general to the rebel forces. Yet like all the others they will cower in fear at the awesome power of the gods. They believe that they are strong enough to control eternity and the fate that will befall all once we complete our goals. My dear father, how foolish the mindless cattle truly are. As I lead them to slaughter upon your holy altar, I shall envision all of them with the wonders of Eden anew. It is then that they shall have their chance to surrender to the faith and enter purgatory for hopeful future admittance unto our invigorated Eden. The initial resistors such as Matt Jenkins shall see firsthand the price they pay for openly stepping up against the holy messenger of the lord, as each shall fall in swift and merciless defeat at the hands of your holy powers. The blessed light of the heavens shines forth from the blood stained hands of your executioner my father, and it shall destroy all evil it may touch. Those wretched ones such as Matt Jenkins: those that would dare brush aside your great will as mere fanaticism, they shall all have their souls revoked by your holy son my father, those same souls shall then be brought to you for judgment. Learn well the name of Skorp my infidels, as it shall soon become a name synonymous with destruction unless the proper action is taken by you all. To all of you I repeat my warnings, surrender to the faith now, before you are deprived of the chance for a sinless existence."
The bizarre sermon ends with the young one rising to his feet and beginning to walk back, only to suddenly stumble and grab his head in pain! The young man begins wincing as if in a severe pain, and even drops to his knees while grasping at his temples! He continues to do this before shouting to his god.
"Father! I hear a holy message trying to enter my mind, only for it to be blocked by the impure thoughts of a human world! Dear savior, I implore thee to end my pain! Give me a droplet of thy holy blood!"
The man continues to wince in pain but somehow manages to free his right hand and reach into a back pocket on his trench coat. From the same pocket he produces first a basic wine glass then a long, sharp dagger! The man then continues to wince in pain as he raises the dagger and slices his own left arm! As the blood begins to pour from the open wound, the young one pulls the dagger back and stares at the blood stains and bits of flesh stuck to the blade before throwing it to the ground. It is now that he holds the wine glass and lets the flowing blood fill the glass to the brim. Once full, he takes it, tilts his head back, and pours the blood down into his mouth!
Strangely enough, the dark one is immediately calmed by the think, red liquid going down his throat. He immediately drops the wine glass and tilts his head forward, seemingly staring into nothingness as tiny streams of blood pour down his chin. He then breaks his glance and burst out into an evil, almost psychotic fit of laughter. He continues for a couple minutes before once again going blank and becoming in tune with emptiness.
Despite the young one's shifts between sanity and psychosis, he is still articulate and intelligent enough to deliver the word. He wastes no motion in rising and walking over to the candle burning on a small table a little to the right of the pulpit. Once there, he puts his face close to the wick and gazes at the flame, following it as it dances on the stick of wax. He continues to do this even as he speaks once again...
"As I watch the flames dance the dance they know so well, I am reminded as to the fate of this world. In a way, the people of this world are just like this flame, dancing along idly with no worry. They dance the same dance constantly due to nothing interrupting the flow. However, I have been sent by the high and mighty Higher One to disrupt that flow, and nothing shall stop me in my endeavor. The Grand Design remains the ultimate plan for all entities in existence, and therefore must be adhered to. Refusal to do so is met with swift and merciless eradication from the place being grooming for our god's blessed paradise. The Grand Design flows even now, ordering me to eradicate all who would dare stand in my way, starting with the infidel called Matt Jenkins. The savior orders it and thus it shall be done. I notice also the thing known as a "victory" is being said to be on the line. Of course this is a mere lie, as the Higher One may simply take whatever he wants. However he desires me to go about my successes the human way, since he feels in his holy judgment that it will provide a stronger message to the misinformed pawns. All of you are pawns, mere playing pieces of the Grand Design. The ones against me are only more pieces to a game where the pieces are seemingly infinite. The game will begin with the removal of the playing piece known as Matt Jenkins, setting off the chain reaction. It is time now I must depart to be one with my father before my endeavor, I bid all of you adieu. I implore all of you to think vehemently about your fates. All infidels are given one chance to give their souls to the true god, after that, they are left to me to dispose of as I wish. I plan to invoke nightmares the likes of which have never been seen by any of the world. Skorp has spoken the holy word of god; the time for action is upon us. The choice is up to you which side you take..."
With that, Skorp blows out the candle and thrusts the church into darkness. He simply turns, picks up the dagger and wine glass, and walks slowly out the doors into the night, continuing on until disappearing like a lonely ghost in the fog...