Post by English/Corpse on Sept 30, 2014 18:46:20 GMT -6
War
They aren't even close. They aren't
even close to understanding my vision. I haven't yet showed them what
I can do. This is just the tip of the ice berg, this is merely half
of where I plan to go. You think I am good now. . . push me.
Push me like I push you, and you will
see the true intentions and thoughts that flow through my mind behind
a burning cigarette.
This is my vision. This is my pedestal
to immortality. This is my calling, this is the birth of The
Revolution. You can't wage a war alone. I am learning that, there is
only so much damage one man can do. . . and look at the damage I have
done already. I have smashed streaks, buried legends, rusted world
champions. I have soaked up the glimmering light of the men who were
“to be. . “
I flick a flame bringing my cigarette
to life. I twist it in my fingers blowing smoke onto the ember. The
purpose a cigarette serves is like a kiss of death. For a while it
soothes the pain, it brings it all back into perspective. You crave
it, you need it. . . and it cures you. My mom used to be “sick” a
lot, at least that is what I told my brother, but cigarettes are
different then pills. You don't even get that rush. It kills you
slower. . . it reliefs the pain, but all at the same time it grows an
infectious tumor that takes over your being and crushes. It destroys
you. . . it's so crazy what people will do for their split second
solitude, for their idea freedom.
She couldn't leave it alone. She
couldn't stand there while I slowly destroyed, and defeated everyone
she holds dear. Wrestling is RDO's cigarette, but be warned. I am a
new breed. I am something you have never dealt with before. . . this
cigarette may end up being your last.
It's good to have friends Rayne. It is
good to have people to surround yourself with. I am beginning to
respect the strength in numbers.
Starrkadian, Vanessa. . .
If Rayne comes for me and the body
count of the people she cares for will only grow.
“And I heard a voice in the midst of
the four beasts,
And I looked and behold: a pale horse.
And his
name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell followed with him. “
-Johnny Cash-