Post by Xavier Williams on Mar 1, 2008 19:50:56 GMT -6
It is not fame I desire. I don’t care for the acclaim of these people… I don’t need it. I don’t need to respect from anyone… because I earned it. Unfortunatly for you Shaun… by facing me, you are apart of this, you will become a victim to the Age of the Revolution… not because you are marked, because you are across the ring from me. And I represent, something you could only imagine. I represent the voices of many. The voices of kids, outed from their peer groups, because they refuse to go out and get drunk Every night.
I represent, the maids who clean the piss soaked sheets of little puissant children who cant hold their own. I represent the people working themselves to the bone only to have it taken from them, by fatcats who cant see past their own greed. They feed lies only to keep the noise down, well… we are here and we are rattling the cages. We are the voices of those kept silent by society.
And to raises those voices, we need a way to spread it. While, PPV TV is a good place… why not use the Internet. I can’t be controlled, nobody can own it, therefore we have the ability to do what we want… how we want. I do promise that it wont be some diplomatic type thing, it will be a public execution and Shaun Wilson and Chris Esper will be executed
The scene is a jail, the sky is dark as hell at night, and all is silent. The sound of a door opening is heard, and a man followed by what it appears to be a guard enters the area, he unlocks the door…
Okay buddy, your time is up. Time to take the walk…
A large figure emerges from the darkness, his arms are cuffed and chained to his legs and he begins to walk, the moonlight shines through the bars, his face cant be scene, becuase his hair is hanging in front of him, he keeps walking, the third man, finally comes into view, it is a priest, he opens a book, most likely the Bible...
They continue to walk, the final walk of the man's life, but another man is seen, but he is shrouded in shadow…
So many words, can describe this scene, but this is the only way to really drive the point across. Sunday, another man will be making the final walk of his life, he will be walking to his execution, and in a few moments, it will be all over...
They continue to walk, his chains rattling in the darkness, the sound of his boots, the thuds on the concrete floor, he continues to walk, the words of the priest continues echo throughout..
The man throws his hair back, but h cant be seen, as shadows cover is face, and another man emerges behind the three..
Step by step, he walks closer and closer, he knows that it will all be over. Like you. You see, the past wont matter, because I plan on putting them all to rest. All this week, I said I am going to send a message, and in dong so, I will end you, and I WILL keep that promise. You wont walk out of Wired on your feet, you will be wheeled out on a stretcher, and as you gasp for that last breath and your eyes are wide open, and you are looking up into the heavens, you wont see God, you wont see the Angels, you will see me, your executioner, finishing the job. And when your eyes roll back into your head, and the foam starts to drool out of your mouth...only THEN I will let you live...only then will you know that I take this seriously and I will make sure nobody forgets that fact...
<i>They all stop at a large door, the guards opens it and the man walks inside, the priest stops there..
As you walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, God is your Shepard.
Prisoner: Can it, old man…
He seems to be cocky in the face of Death, but inside his heart, he is afraid, he knows he wont be able to escape his fate, and he can only wait, as time ticks away. Tick tock… the inevitable awaits
They enter the room, and the prisoner walks up some steps and stops at an 'X' on the floor, some men walks toward him and they grabs a rope and tie it to what appears to be a crossbar, the camera pulls back and he is seen at some gallows, another man walks toward a lever on the ground
I stand here, your messenger. The message I bring, talks of a change that will sweep through nCw. No longer will those that deserve to be respected be held down by this poisioned society.
But also, I am your executioner… I hold YOUR life in MY hands, every second that ticks, is another moment, I am LETTING you live, but soon, I will stop and then...
A sliver on moonlight shines into the room and we see the man at the lever is Xavier. He has a black bandana around his mouth, and he has his black hoodie zipped up and the hood up, he looks toward the man and pulls the lever...he drops. Only his shadow can be seen, his legs kick, as his body flails around, his groans are short and muffled, he then stops, flailing, his body now hangs limp. Xavier walks away from the lever and walks out of the room, he flips his hood down, and pulls the bandana down and looks at the camera…
And they say, “"We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green mile is so long." Unfortunately, it is a short mile.
[olor=brown]Our message will continue to spread, and “Counting Bodies Like Sheep…” will be the last thing these people will hear as Wired ends… and I think it fits…[/color]
I represent, the maids who clean the piss soaked sheets of little puissant children who cant hold their own. I represent the people working themselves to the bone only to have it taken from them, by fatcats who cant see past their own greed. They feed lies only to keep the noise down, well… we are here and we are rattling the cages. We are the voices of those kept silent by society.
And to raises those voices, we need a way to spread it. While, PPV TV is a good place… why not use the Internet. I can’t be controlled, nobody can own it, therefore we have the ability to do what we want… how we want. I do promise that it wont be some diplomatic type thing, it will be a public execution and Shaun Wilson and Chris Esper will be executed
"So glad to see you have overcome them.
Completely silent now
With heaven's help
You cast your demons out
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you off your cloud
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're planning to go about
Making your amends to the dead
To the dead...
Completely silent now
With heaven's help
You cast your demons out
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you off your cloud
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're planning to go about
Making your amends to the dead
To the dead...
The scene is a jail, the sky is dark as hell at night, and all is silent. The sound of a door opening is heard, and a man followed by what it appears to be a guard enters the area, he unlocks the door…
Okay buddy, your time is up. Time to take the walk…
A large figure emerges from the darkness, his arms are cuffed and chained to his legs and he begins to walk, the moonlight shines through the bars, his face cant be scene, becuase his hair is hanging in front of him, he keeps walking, the third man, finally comes into view, it is a priest, he opens a book, most likely the Bible...
They continue to walk, the final walk of the man's life, but another man is seen, but he is shrouded in shadow…
So many words, can describe this scene, but this is the only way to really drive the point across. Sunday, another man will be making the final walk of his life, he will be walking to his execution, and in a few moments, it will be all over...
They continue to walk, his chains rattling in the darkness, the sound of his boots, the thuds on the concrete floor, he continues to walk, the words of the priest continues echo throughout..
The man throws his hair back, but h cant be seen, as shadows cover is face, and another man emerges behind the three..
Step by step, he walks closer and closer, he knows that it will all be over. Like you. You see, the past wont matter, because I plan on putting them all to rest. All this week, I said I am going to send a message, and in dong so, I will end you, and I WILL keep that promise. You wont walk out of Wired on your feet, you will be wheeled out on a stretcher, and as you gasp for that last breath and your eyes are wide open, and you are looking up into the heavens, you wont see God, you wont see the Angels, you will see me, your executioner, finishing the job. And when your eyes roll back into your head, and the foam starts to drool out of your mouth...only THEN I will let you live...only then will you know that I take this seriously and I will make sure nobody forgets that fact...
<i>They all stop at a large door, the guards opens it and the man walks inside, the priest stops there..
As you walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, God is your Shepard.
Prisoner: Can it, old man…
He seems to be cocky in the face of Death, but inside his heart, he is afraid, he knows he wont be able to escape his fate, and he can only wait, as time ticks away. Tick tock… the inevitable awaits
They enter the room, and the prisoner walks up some steps and stops at an 'X' on the floor, some men walks toward him and they grabs a rope and tie it to what appears to be a crossbar, the camera pulls back and he is seen at some gallows, another man walks toward a lever on the ground
I stand here, your messenger. The message I bring, talks of a change that will sweep through nCw. No longer will those that deserve to be respected be held down by this poisioned society.
But also, I am your executioner… I hold YOUR life in MY hands, every second that ticks, is another moment, I am LETTING you live, but soon, I will stop and then...
A sliver on moonlight shines into the room and we see the man at the lever is Xavier. He has a black bandana around his mouth, and he has his black hoodie zipped up and the hood up, he looks toward the man and pulls the lever...he drops. Only his shadow can be seen, his legs kick, as his body flails around, his groans are short and muffled, he then stops, flailing, his body now hangs limp. Xavier walks away from the lever and walks out of the room, he flips his hood down, and pulls the bandana down and looks at the camera…
And they say, “"We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green mile is so long." Unfortunately, it is a short mile.
"With your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down to choke you now"
Your halo slipping
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down to choke you now"
[olor=brown]Our message will continue to spread, and “Counting Bodies Like Sheep…” will be the last thing these people will hear as Wired ends… and I think it fits…[/color]