Post by Revvie® on Feb 2, 2007 10:05:24 GMT -5
Exodus 3:14
-And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you.
*~*~*~*~*
//// Memory \\\\
The hospital bed was cold; the chill unbearable as if there would never be warmth within my soul again. My bones were brittle; shattered into pieces, my flesh no existent in places. The weakness that was the mortal body now held me prisoner within myself as I was haunted by what I had transpired. My journey, all for nothing, disrupted; corrupted by the harlot herself. An abomination now with power and prize, a company with ranks of fiends and vermin, now allowed scampering about without masks. Indulging in the luscious pleasure of sin, they stop for no man and tear down all would who stand in the path. I their main goal; the true prize was my crucifixion, where was God? Why did he let sinful inherit the earth, it once was so beautiful and now knows know true beauty. Pain thrust through my body without compassion, as a tear fell softly down my cheek, searching for a place to fall. It scurried, helplessly drawn my gravity to a destination unknown to it. Fate brought it to my chin as it collected and then fell to my chest without the smallest of screams. Courage and faith of predestination kept it from worry, as it had once kept me from it, but no more, I stood a failure of the faith and example made by villainous insanity that is Kyzer and his Regime. McGurk, Obo, Kurt, and Drakz all were key players to my eventual downfall. What can I do now, what can I do from here, the answer was simple, I could do nothing.
A whisper passed my ears, I could not hear its complete message but the voice seemed to sooth me. I let go my eyes as they whisk themselves closed without hindrance. The lids now heavy, I could not open them but cared not for warmth swept through that I had not felt before. Then I hear the voice again, only this time it was clear and gentle, seemingly causing every care or worry to shed itself from me.
“Open your eyes.”
The gentle voice spoke with such elegancy; its words seem to deafen all other sound.
“Open your eyes my son.”
Each time it became much clearer as to its wants and intentions as if I could hear in the word that which wasn’t truly there. I them pulled myself together and obeyed the request of whoever had spoken unto me. My eyes crept open without haste, adjusting themselves to the bright light that seemed to have enveloped the room. Despite such luminosity, I could see in front of me without problem and quickly drew in and analyzed what I was seeing. It was breathtaking, the beauty of his smile the eyes that seemed to peer deep within the bowels of your soul. I felt shame for my self loathing but as I did, he nodded at me as if instantly taking it all away, showing me there was nothing to be ashamed of because he had already forgiven me of it. He then spoke to me with words that only could be heard by those who were of the faithful.
“We trade one sorrow for another.…
//// Present Day \\\\
….only through resolution, will we achieve absolution.”
Sarah: What exactly does that mean “absolution through resolution?”
Her eyes were beautiful; when we were younger they use to be my source of escape. Staring for hours into them while she looked upon me with more love then I could have ever deserved. I shook off my trance and began to the question she had posed. I softened my voice for her; I always had done so as to never come off strong towards her. She made me feel week and it showed through the way I treated her, but I cared not for she was the only one I knew meant me no harm in this life.
“I have not came to and absolute conclusion yet even though I have had quite some time to ponder upon it. Though a new arrival to WFWF has seemingly came in with the same agenda as the message speaks of. I have decided to align myself with him, not for friendship but because we share the same beliefs to some extent and a friend in him is better then another foe right now.”
Sarah: What is his name if I may inquire?
She steadied her self on a balance with me as if I caused some fear in her. What had I done to cause fear within her, all I had ever done is what God had asked of me.
“Not yet, but in time people will know his name and will associate with mine. I need not numbers to win but a man watching my back maybe in order for now since the departure of McGrath left me open for assaults.”
Sarah: Why do you continue this charade, its not you, I know you and its not you!
Her demeanor had changed. What set her off? She must have feared this, feared her own outburst towards me. I could see it now, as I looked at her passion in what she had said, I could see where it had laid dormant waiting to be expelled. She always had felt strongly for me, when we went our separate ways God was the only thing that kept me alive. He saved me when she let me drown and now she has the audacity to question my reasoning? I could feel the anger brewing inside me, each word coming closer and closer to the surface; I could hold it in no longer.
“Why do you care? You left me, said you could not handle a relationship right now and I find myself and now you insult me by discrediting what God has given to me? How dare you speak of who I am, when you refused to know me to begin with?”
I felt it then as I had before when almost the same exact statement had left my lips. The sting of her hand, cutting into my face yet the sting of her hand held nothing to the sting of my regret for my words once again. Her eyes, just but moments ago full of love and passion now had been invaded by tears and sorrow. I felt my heart sink as I looked upon her, longing to comfort her but knowing I had no right to such a thing. Her voice then protruded through the sobs and tears, I could feel her sorrow, and it ate at me. A tear drifted down my face as it did that day in the hospital, leaving me with wonder as to how it lived knowing nothing of its future.
Sarah: All I ha..have ever done is lo..love…loved you and this, this façade. You think yourself a man of God, a..m..ma..man of the cloth. You are nothing, nothing at all, but spineless, h..hiding behind that face, that name. Remember I know your true name, ya…you may think yourself as shadow but you were always ma..mo..more to me.
She then stood up, her face a mere whimper of its former self but still as beautiful. She then wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. I felt overwhelmed by her love towards me. As if she had forgiven me for everything I had said without me saying a word. I felt warmth, warmth I had not felt in quite some time. She then whispered into my ear softly.
Sarah: I will always love you Jason.
She then kissed me on the cheek, shortly after she took leave of my presence with no other words. She had spoken my name, my true name. I had not heard it in quite some time, I quiver to think her the only one to know it anymore. This thought quickly sent me into my past with her. I tried to drowned it out by repeating the same line out loud over and over.
“One sorrow for another, only through resolution will we achieve absolution”
“….”
“….”
“….”
~*Sermon to all who will listen*~
They say that once you are truly alive, you can feel no real pain. Truth or Fiction? I pretend not, I have no idea as to the truth or fantasy to such a statement only understanding of the power of resurrection. Resurrection, a word most scoffs at the thought out but I come to you brothers and sisters, living breathing proof of resurrection in this day and age. Some of you witnessed my death, but I come to you with knowledge that it was not a physical death but instead a mental one. Crucified upon the cross of deviant design and flaunted about like a prize above all. The pointed and cheered at my crucifixion as a man, a vial and disgusting man stood ground below me, flaunting is newly won world title. That man is long gone but his memory lies in my veins, coursing through them, numbing my soul.
After it all I was but a fallen angel, shunned by my family, forgotten by the fans. The hospital bed held close to me a doubt that I could not shake. Then one day a man came to me claiming divinity and then gave me my new found understanding. At that moment I was pulled from my grave and new life was restored to me and I could feel again, truly alive for once in my life. I’m sure your all wondering the point I am making with all of this and why I am speaking to begin with. So to my point or to my question I should say. Do the feelings of being truly alive stop me from feeling any pain? Well it has given me numerous victorious since my return, that much is for certain. Next week I will once again test the theory of divinity of mind over body against McGurk. I will not claim my victory just yet but I will state to all of you that McGurk like Kyzer stands in my way and so much alike are the two that next week I may have the very vengeance I have been seeking for so long. Then after all is settled, Obo, I will see you at Ascension. Amen.
-And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you.
*~*~*~*~*
//// Memory \\\\
The hospital bed was cold; the chill unbearable as if there would never be warmth within my soul again. My bones were brittle; shattered into pieces, my flesh no existent in places. The weakness that was the mortal body now held me prisoner within myself as I was haunted by what I had transpired. My journey, all for nothing, disrupted; corrupted by the harlot herself. An abomination now with power and prize, a company with ranks of fiends and vermin, now allowed scampering about without masks. Indulging in the luscious pleasure of sin, they stop for no man and tear down all would who stand in the path. I their main goal; the true prize was my crucifixion, where was God? Why did he let sinful inherit the earth, it once was so beautiful and now knows know true beauty. Pain thrust through my body without compassion, as a tear fell softly down my cheek, searching for a place to fall. It scurried, helplessly drawn my gravity to a destination unknown to it. Fate brought it to my chin as it collected and then fell to my chest without the smallest of screams. Courage and faith of predestination kept it from worry, as it had once kept me from it, but no more, I stood a failure of the faith and example made by villainous insanity that is Kyzer and his Regime. McGurk, Obo, Kurt, and Drakz all were key players to my eventual downfall. What can I do now, what can I do from here, the answer was simple, I could do nothing.
A whisper passed my ears, I could not hear its complete message but the voice seemed to sooth me. I let go my eyes as they whisk themselves closed without hindrance. The lids now heavy, I could not open them but cared not for warmth swept through that I had not felt before. Then I hear the voice again, only this time it was clear and gentle, seemingly causing every care or worry to shed itself from me.
“Open your eyes.”
The gentle voice spoke with such elegancy; its words seem to deafen all other sound.
“Open your eyes my son.”
Each time it became much clearer as to its wants and intentions as if I could hear in the word that which wasn’t truly there. I them pulled myself together and obeyed the request of whoever had spoken unto me. My eyes crept open without haste, adjusting themselves to the bright light that seemed to have enveloped the room. Despite such luminosity, I could see in front of me without problem and quickly drew in and analyzed what I was seeing. It was breathtaking, the beauty of his smile the eyes that seemed to peer deep within the bowels of your soul. I felt shame for my self loathing but as I did, he nodded at me as if instantly taking it all away, showing me there was nothing to be ashamed of because he had already forgiven me of it. He then spoke to me with words that only could be heard by those who were of the faithful.
“We trade one sorrow for another.…
//// Present Day \\\\
….only through resolution, will we achieve absolution.”
Sarah: What exactly does that mean “absolution through resolution?”
Her eyes were beautiful; when we were younger they use to be my source of escape. Staring for hours into them while she looked upon me with more love then I could have ever deserved. I shook off my trance and began to the question she had posed. I softened my voice for her; I always had done so as to never come off strong towards her. She made me feel week and it showed through the way I treated her, but I cared not for she was the only one I knew meant me no harm in this life.
“I have not came to and absolute conclusion yet even though I have had quite some time to ponder upon it. Though a new arrival to WFWF has seemingly came in with the same agenda as the message speaks of. I have decided to align myself with him, not for friendship but because we share the same beliefs to some extent and a friend in him is better then another foe right now.”
Sarah: What is his name if I may inquire?
She steadied her self on a balance with me as if I caused some fear in her. What had I done to cause fear within her, all I had ever done is what God had asked of me.
“Not yet, but in time people will know his name and will associate with mine. I need not numbers to win but a man watching my back maybe in order for now since the departure of McGrath left me open for assaults.”
Sarah: Why do you continue this charade, its not you, I know you and its not you!
Her demeanor had changed. What set her off? She must have feared this, feared her own outburst towards me. I could see it now, as I looked at her passion in what she had said, I could see where it had laid dormant waiting to be expelled. She always had felt strongly for me, when we went our separate ways God was the only thing that kept me alive. He saved me when she let me drown and now she has the audacity to question my reasoning? I could feel the anger brewing inside me, each word coming closer and closer to the surface; I could hold it in no longer.
“Why do you care? You left me, said you could not handle a relationship right now and I find myself and now you insult me by discrediting what God has given to me? How dare you speak of who I am, when you refused to know me to begin with?”
I felt it then as I had before when almost the same exact statement had left my lips. The sting of her hand, cutting into my face yet the sting of her hand held nothing to the sting of my regret for my words once again. Her eyes, just but moments ago full of love and passion now had been invaded by tears and sorrow. I felt my heart sink as I looked upon her, longing to comfort her but knowing I had no right to such a thing. Her voice then protruded through the sobs and tears, I could feel her sorrow, and it ate at me. A tear drifted down my face as it did that day in the hospital, leaving me with wonder as to how it lived knowing nothing of its future.
Sarah: All I ha..have ever done is lo..love…loved you and this, this façade. You think yourself a man of God, a..m..ma..man of the cloth. You are nothing, nothing at all, but spineless, h..hiding behind that face, that name. Remember I know your true name, ya…you may think yourself as shadow but you were always ma..mo..more to me.
She then stood up, her face a mere whimper of its former self but still as beautiful. She then wrapped her arms around me and held me tight. I felt overwhelmed by her love towards me. As if she had forgiven me for everything I had said without me saying a word. I felt warmth, warmth I had not felt in quite some time. She then whispered into my ear softly.
Sarah: I will always love you Jason.
She then kissed me on the cheek, shortly after she took leave of my presence with no other words. She had spoken my name, my true name. I had not heard it in quite some time, I quiver to think her the only one to know it anymore. This thought quickly sent me into my past with her. I tried to drowned it out by repeating the same line out loud over and over.
“One sorrow for another, only through resolution will we achieve absolution”
“….”
“….”
“….”
~*Sermon to all who will listen*~
They say that once you are truly alive, you can feel no real pain. Truth or Fiction? I pretend not, I have no idea as to the truth or fantasy to such a statement only understanding of the power of resurrection. Resurrection, a word most scoffs at the thought out but I come to you brothers and sisters, living breathing proof of resurrection in this day and age. Some of you witnessed my death, but I come to you with knowledge that it was not a physical death but instead a mental one. Crucified upon the cross of deviant design and flaunted about like a prize above all. The pointed and cheered at my crucifixion as a man, a vial and disgusting man stood ground below me, flaunting is newly won world title. That man is long gone but his memory lies in my veins, coursing through them, numbing my soul.
After it all I was but a fallen angel, shunned by my family, forgotten by the fans. The hospital bed held close to me a doubt that I could not shake. Then one day a man came to me claiming divinity and then gave me my new found understanding. At that moment I was pulled from my grave and new life was restored to me and I could feel again, truly alive for once in my life. I’m sure your all wondering the point I am making with all of this and why I am speaking to begin with. So to my point or to my question I should say. Do the feelings of being truly alive stop me from feeling any pain? Well it has given me numerous victorious since my return, that much is for certain. Next week I will once again test the theory of divinity of mind over body against McGurk. I will not claim my victory just yet but I will state to all of you that McGurk like Kyzer stands in my way and so much alike are the two that next week I may have the very vengeance I have been seeking for so long. Then after all is settled, Obo, I will see you at Ascension. Amen.
ooc: this is a story line that will last up and through the ppv consisting of three parts, this being the first and if God graces me with victories it will run smoother but no less it will run through it..I hope you all enjoy it, please comment if you give it a read. Constructive Critism is always welcomed. Thanx
Rev.
