Post by Crow on Aug 25, 2013 15:36:03 GMT -5
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.
-Albert Camus
Let’s Begin Shall We
~The scene begins with a single light eliminating three books in the middle of darkness. One book is that of the Christian Bible. The second is that of the Jewish Tanakh. The last is that of the Quran of the Islamist fate. Three books. Three types of religion. So many wise and great examples of how to live. Giving us warnings of how a sinful life can be. Teaching us that it’s the right thing to be good and not be evil. To worship a God that has given us everything that we need to survive. The only thing that needs to be done at our end is to live our life as we want and to worship this God. But what if it’s all a lie? What if everything that you were taught growing up and are still told today is just one huge lie? What if we’re worshiping the wrong God?
~That’s why Crow is here. To start a conversation. To make you think for yourself in a world where people tell you how to think. People may call Crow crazy with his words and actions…….but there was also a little boy whose father was a carpenter eons ago that talked about changing the world and how we thought…..and they sure as hell called him crazy at the time. Now look at his legacy now. Known around the world.
~Think
~Listen
~Learn
~From the shadows, a voice can be heard. A voice that has seen many things and have done many things to souls that deserved their fate and many that didn’t. A man encourages chaos and despises the so called “rule of law.” This man……is none other……than Crow.
Crow: “Three books representing three types of religion that dominate the modern world. How could it be that three little books with nothing but words can have such a history of death and encourages people how to think? People have gone to wars over these books and these beliefs that are etched inside. Brother have fought brother and bodies that scattered across burnt cities for these……little……books……which might prove the point that the pen is mightier than the sword.
I’m not here to debate about religion or see what religion is the best. It’s not my place to try to force a type of religion on anyone because the whole religious thing gets confusing if you dig too deep into it. All three are similar in so many ways and yet all three proclaim that theirs is the true word of the Lord. At the end of the day, as long as you believe in a God, then there is no wrong answer.
But we live in a world where we’re starting to lose our religion. We’re starting to think outside the box and starting to lose faith in religions that may or may not be, in fact, true. Stories and teachings that were written so many eons ago with a God and Angels that seemed to show up weekly to show the poor misguided people below how to live and act in this dust ball of a planet. Where are these Angels and where is God now? Have they truly left us? Has God truly forsaken us? Or has he been watching us the whole time. Watching us and having regrets on ever making us. Watching to see what his greatest creation of all time has become. I’m surprised that he hasn’t set upon us a great plague to whip us all out so that he can begin, once again, at creating a civilization that will listen to him and not wonder off and do their own thing.
I’m not trying to say that there is a God or not. I don’t want a debate over nothing but a little question. Religion……doesn’t matter what type…….is something that humanity needs. It gives us a purpose in life. It gives the week minded something to believe in…….because without that hope…..they might as well put a gun in their mouth and pull the trigger.
Religion has done so much for this world……some for the good of mankind by means of giving to the poor, giving a person directions in life, and helping people in time of need. Yet with every coin, there’s also the dark side of religion by the means of war, taking advantage of the weak minded, and let’s not forget about the little boys.
This whole conversation was not to start a war……but to make people think. To think outside of the box and see a glimpse of the world that I see. I wanted to show that mere words in a book can cause the deaths of millions. Yet with anything that can be written……..can be burnt.
~In the darkness, a match can be heard lit. A small flame from the match glows in the darkness as it hovers high above the books. One drop of the flame and it would land on the books……which would light them on fire.
Crow: “I wonder how many people I would get ticked off if I lit these books on fire. I wonder who would over react and who wouldn’t react at all?”
~The fire from the match makes its way down…..closer and closer and closer to the books until the flame is but inches away from the books.
Crow: “Oh the fun that would endure………”
~Before the match can be dropped into the books, the fire dies on the match.
Crow: “Oh well……maybe for another time.”
~The three books disappear as the light above them disappears. Seconds pass until the lights come on again to find Crow sitting in a steel chair, dressed to wrestle for his match for tonight. Crow, with a slight smile on his face looks into the camera and address it.
Crow: “The great Johnny Clash! We finally meet. I’ve heard so much about you. I’ve been bighting at the bits to face off against you because I know you’re something special Clash. You could be on top of this fed if you really wanted to. You could have this whole fed in the grasp of your hand…….but you don’t. Why is that Clash? Why is a man in your power hide in the shadows with a bunch of third rate wrestlers in a war against a group that you seem to fit better with? You should be wrestling for the World Title, not Roxi. You’ve proven you deserve that shot time and time again. While Roxi has done what with her career here in MPW? Nothing compared to you as I can guess. But she’s calling the shots in your little group isn’t she? She’s the brains of the whole operation while you’re just along for the ride.
You could do so much here in MPW and yet you’re being held back. Held back from greatness. You’re under valued Clash and I think you know it. You know it deep inside your soul that you want to break loose and be your own man…..but you won’t. Let me be the one to help you realize your full potential as I bust your head open and see inside what’s wrong with you. Let me see why the great Johnny Clash is being a lamb instead of being a lion.”
~Crow pauses as he combs his hand through his hair as he thinks of what to say next.
Crow: “I mean think about it Johnny, you think Roxi really cares about you? You are just a pawn in her game to get back at Iconic Aggression. I guess all the members from your resistance signed up to get some type of revenge on Iconic Aggression…….but why does Roxi get her shot at them first? Did she demand to be first in line or did you all draw straws. Was her wrath at the hands from Iconic Aggression that much worse than what they did to you? I really don’t know Clash because I really don’t care because whatever redemption that you crave against Iconic Aggression is leaving you and everyone else in your little resistance blind. You don’t see what’s going on around you and you can’t see that the end is nigh. But you don’t care. You want blood. You want revenge against the ones that made you suffer.”
~The smirk on Crow’s face soon dies off as he thinks back to past encounters of revenge. Either it be by his hands or someone wanting revenge against him. So much blood. So much pain…….so much fun.
Crow: “The thing about revenge is that it never dies. It’ll stick around like cancer. You think you got rid of it……but it’ll eventually come back stronger and wiser than last time. The longer that you battle it, the more it takes over your life until that revenge that you’ve fought so long to destroy…..eventually……kills you. You want to your revenge Clash…..so be it. But if you want to end that cycle of revenge…….then walk away from it all. Don’t listen to your pride Clash. Don’t listen to your gut and don’t listen to your heart because those voices don’t give a damn about your wellbeing. They only care for their own purposes and don’t care if you die or not.”
~Crow’s voice begins to go away from the doom and gloom to that of hope as tilts his head and looks into the camera.
Crow: “I could teach you so many things Clash. I could make you into that man that you’ve always wanted to be. To be the best this company has. To ignore the voices in your head that tells you what to think and what to say. Let me be the one to make you into the man that you’ve been afraid to be for so long. Let me dig into your brain, move something’s around in there and make you a person that you can finally be proud of. Let me open your eyes Clash and then……then you’ll see a world that you never knew existed…..but it was right in front of you the entire time. Help me transform MPW into something special and unique, and not the same old crap that you will see on any other wrestling federation.”
~By now Crow is leaning so close to the camera that his body is almost off the chair. Reality punches him in the face, though; as he knows Clash won’t have any part of him. So he sinks back into his chair.
Crow: “But you won’t let me help you will you? You’re going to listen to the voices in your head and listen to your so called friends. So be it Clash. Be afraid to let that demon out and be a weak little man that I see in front of me now. I only hope that when my fist meets your face, and when my nails dig deep into your skin, and when I hit you with my Angel Eyes……..then you’ll understand where I’m coming from. That I’m not the wolf trying to eat the sheep…….but I’m the wolf trying to save the sheep from the Shepard who’s leading you to your doom.
Tonight Clash………I will show you a new form of wrestling that you have never seen before. I will show you pain that thought never existed in this world but only in hell. My fist meeting your skull will hurt more than any other punch that was blown towards you before in your life. Slaps against your chest will feel like razor wires cutting deep into your soul. And when I hit my Angel Eyes on you…..it’ll feel like an out of body experience as you look down at your soul. And as you are looking down at your soul, you’ll feel the warm of light hitting the back of your neck. And as you turn around……you’ll see heaven and its gates…..wishing you to come home. Don’t walk into the light just yet, though, Clash. You still have plenty to do in this world and it won’t be your time to spend the rest of your time in heaven…….or in hell.
Tonight……..after I either saved your soul or destroy it……….my path of destruction here in MPW will continue as I carry on to reform MPW into my own image.”
~Crow raises his hands out, as though to encourage people to come in closer.
Crow: “If you want to be saved from this cruel and hurtful world…….don’t’ follow the Shepard that’s leading to your demise at the slaughter house. Let the wolf take you to the promise land that you’ve been promised for, for so long. Join me my sheep! With your help……great things can finally happen.”
~Crow drops his hands to the side and with an evil grin on his face; address the camera one last time.
Crow: “Clash…….may God have mercy on your soul……because I will give you none.”
~With the last words, the light flickers on and off until blackness fills the screen once again.
End Scene
-Albert Camus
Let’s Begin Shall We
~The scene begins with a single light eliminating three books in the middle of darkness. One book is that of the Christian Bible. The second is that of the Jewish Tanakh. The last is that of the Quran of the Islamist fate. Three books. Three types of religion. So many wise and great examples of how to live. Giving us warnings of how a sinful life can be. Teaching us that it’s the right thing to be good and not be evil. To worship a God that has given us everything that we need to survive. The only thing that needs to be done at our end is to live our life as we want and to worship this God. But what if it’s all a lie? What if everything that you were taught growing up and are still told today is just one huge lie? What if we’re worshiping the wrong God?
~That’s why Crow is here. To start a conversation. To make you think for yourself in a world where people tell you how to think. People may call Crow crazy with his words and actions…….but there was also a little boy whose father was a carpenter eons ago that talked about changing the world and how we thought…..and they sure as hell called him crazy at the time. Now look at his legacy now. Known around the world.
~Think
~Listen
~Learn
~From the shadows, a voice can be heard. A voice that has seen many things and have done many things to souls that deserved their fate and many that didn’t. A man encourages chaos and despises the so called “rule of law.” This man……is none other……than Crow.
Crow: “Three books representing three types of religion that dominate the modern world. How could it be that three little books with nothing but words can have such a history of death and encourages people how to think? People have gone to wars over these books and these beliefs that are etched inside. Brother have fought brother and bodies that scattered across burnt cities for these……little……books……which might prove the point that the pen is mightier than the sword.
I’m not here to debate about religion or see what religion is the best. It’s not my place to try to force a type of religion on anyone because the whole religious thing gets confusing if you dig too deep into it. All three are similar in so many ways and yet all three proclaim that theirs is the true word of the Lord. At the end of the day, as long as you believe in a God, then there is no wrong answer.
But we live in a world where we’re starting to lose our religion. We’re starting to think outside the box and starting to lose faith in religions that may or may not be, in fact, true. Stories and teachings that were written so many eons ago with a God and Angels that seemed to show up weekly to show the poor misguided people below how to live and act in this dust ball of a planet. Where are these Angels and where is God now? Have they truly left us? Has God truly forsaken us? Or has he been watching us the whole time. Watching us and having regrets on ever making us. Watching to see what his greatest creation of all time has become. I’m surprised that he hasn’t set upon us a great plague to whip us all out so that he can begin, once again, at creating a civilization that will listen to him and not wonder off and do their own thing.
I’m not trying to say that there is a God or not. I don’t want a debate over nothing but a little question. Religion……doesn’t matter what type…….is something that humanity needs. It gives us a purpose in life. It gives the week minded something to believe in…….because without that hope…..they might as well put a gun in their mouth and pull the trigger.
Religion has done so much for this world……some for the good of mankind by means of giving to the poor, giving a person directions in life, and helping people in time of need. Yet with every coin, there’s also the dark side of religion by the means of war, taking advantage of the weak minded, and let’s not forget about the little boys.
This whole conversation was not to start a war……but to make people think. To think outside of the box and see a glimpse of the world that I see. I wanted to show that mere words in a book can cause the deaths of millions. Yet with anything that can be written……..can be burnt.
~In the darkness, a match can be heard lit. A small flame from the match glows in the darkness as it hovers high above the books. One drop of the flame and it would land on the books……which would light them on fire.
Crow: “I wonder how many people I would get ticked off if I lit these books on fire. I wonder who would over react and who wouldn’t react at all?”
~The fire from the match makes its way down…..closer and closer and closer to the books until the flame is but inches away from the books.
Crow: “Oh the fun that would endure………”
~Before the match can be dropped into the books, the fire dies on the match.
Crow: “Oh well……maybe for another time.”
~The three books disappear as the light above them disappears. Seconds pass until the lights come on again to find Crow sitting in a steel chair, dressed to wrestle for his match for tonight. Crow, with a slight smile on his face looks into the camera and address it.
Crow: “The great Johnny Clash! We finally meet. I’ve heard so much about you. I’ve been bighting at the bits to face off against you because I know you’re something special Clash. You could be on top of this fed if you really wanted to. You could have this whole fed in the grasp of your hand…….but you don’t. Why is that Clash? Why is a man in your power hide in the shadows with a bunch of third rate wrestlers in a war against a group that you seem to fit better with? You should be wrestling for the World Title, not Roxi. You’ve proven you deserve that shot time and time again. While Roxi has done what with her career here in MPW? Nothing compared to you as I can guess. But she’s calling the shots in your little group isn’t she? She’s the brains of the whole operation while you’re just along for the ride.
You could do so much here in MPW and yet you’re being held back. Held back from greatness. You’re under valued Clash and I think you know it. You know it deep inside your soul that you want to break loose and be your own man…..but you won’t. Let me be the one to help you realize your full potential as I bust your head open and see inside what’s wrong with you. Let me see why the great Johnny Clash is being a lamb instead of being a lion.”
~Crow pauses as he combs his hand through his hair as he thinks of what to say next.
Crow: “I mean think about it Johnny, you think Roxi really cares about you? You are just a pawn in her game to get back at Iconic Aggression. I guess all the members from your resistance signed up to get some type of revenge on Iconic Aggression…….but why does Roxi get her shot at them first? Did she demand to be first in line or did you all draw straws. Was her wrath at the hands from Iconic Aggression that much worse than what they did to you? I really don’t know Clash because I really don’t care because whatever redemption that you crave against Iconic Aggression is leaving you and everyone else in your little resistance blind. You don’t see what’s going on around you and you can’t see that the end is nigh. But you don’t care. You want blood. You want revenge against the ones that made you suffer.”
~The smirk on Crow’s face soon dies off as he thinks back to past encounters of revenge. Either it be by his hands or someone wanting revenge against him. So much blood. So much pain…….so much fun.
Crow: “The thing about revenge is that it never dies. It’ll stick around like cancer. You think you got rid of it……but it’ll eventually come back stronger and wiser than last time. The longer that you battle it, the more it takes over your life until that revenge that you’ve fought so long to destroy…..eventually……kills you. You want to your revenge Clash…..so be it. But if you want to end that cycle of revenge…….then walk away from it all. Don’t listen to your pride Clash. Don’t listen to your gut and don’t listen to your heart because those voices don’t give a damn about your wellbeing. They only care for their own purposes and don’t care if you die or not.”
~Crow’s voice begins to go away from the doom and gloom to that of hope as tilts his head and looks into the camera.
Crow: “I could teach you so many things Clash. I could make you into that man that you’ve always wanted to be. To be the best this company has. To ignore the voices in your head that tells you what to think and what to say. Let me be the one to make you into the man that you’ve been afraid to be for so long. Let me dig into your brain, move something’s around in there and make you a person that you can finally be proud of. Let me open your eyes Clash and then……then you’ll see a world that you never knew existed…..but it was right in front of you the entire time. Help me transform MPW into something special and unique, and not the same old crap that you will see on any other wrestling federation.”
~By now Crow is leaning so close to the camera that his body is almost off the chair. Reality punches him in the face, though; as he knows Clash won’t have any part of him. So he sinks back into his chair.
Crow: “But you won’t let me help you will you? You’re going to listen to the voices in your head and listen to your so called friends. So be it Clash. Be afraid to let that demon out and be a weak little man that I see in front of me now. I only hope that when my fist meets your face, and when my nails dig deep into your skin, and when I hit you with my Angel Eyes……..then you’ll understand where I’m coming from. That I’m not the wolf trying to eat the sheep…….but I’m the wolf trying to save the sheep from the Shepard who’s leading you to your doom.
Tonight Clash………I will show you a new form of wrestling that you have never seen before. I will show you pain that thought never existed in this world but only in hell. My fist meeting your skull will hurt more than any other punch that was blown towards you before in your life. Slaps against your chest will feel like razor wires cutting deep into your soul. And when I hit my Angel Eyes on you…..it’ll feel like an out of body experience as you look down at your soul. And as you are looking down at your soul, you’ll feel the warm of light hitting the back of your neck. And as you turn around……you’ll see heaven and its gates…..wishing you to come home. Don’t walk into the light just yet, though, Clash. You still have plenty to do in this world and it won’t be your time to spend the rest of your time in heaven…….or in hell.
Tonight……..after I either saved your soul or destroy it……….my path of destruction here in MPW will continue as I carry on to reform MPW into my own image.”
~Crow raises his hands out, as though to encourage people to come in closer.
Crow: “If you want to be saved from this cruel and hurtful world…….don’t’ follow the Shepard that’s leading to your demise at the slaughter house. Let the wolf take you to the promise land that you’ve been promised for, for so long. Join me my sheep! With your help……great things can finally happen.”
~Crow drops his hands to the side and with an evil grin on his face; address the camera one last time.
Crow: “Clash…….may God have mercy on your soul……because I will give you none.”
~With the last words, the light flickers on and off until blackness fills the screen once again.
End Scene
