Post by Prince Darko on Feb 25, 2007 20:56:38 GMT -5
The light flickers rapidly, like a snap to a fast paced jazz piece. The lamp holding the light swings back and fourth, like heads to a mellow rap piece.
The darkness consumes all, like bodies in a mosh pit.
But the center is where the light focuses, like a singer getting her solo.
In that center is the Prince.
Prince Darko Deep reflection of all that is positive is always key in restoring confidence in the souls of a lost. Helping that lost face the negative, then inventing ways of fixing that botch. Preventing such a botch from repeating it's self later on in time.
Acting through thought and time is the only proper away to ever take down an equation. Going through emotion is only for art, not for problems. Going at an equation with emotion only causes more equations. Eventually filling up your black board. Driving a man into being lost.
That is what happened to us. We became lost. We were head deep in equations. Unable to see the top only feeling the bottom. Being drowned, unable to breath. The air circulation to the brain is cut. So wise decisions are gone. So all that's left is emotion. The cycle repeats it's self. On and On and On.
You then have to stop. Stop it all. Begin to sort out one equation one at a time. Thus by doing this, you eliminate one equation. A process that will take time, but, time is nothing to us.
We are gods. We are gods that took the wrong steps. We are gods that will right the wrongs. We are gods that will once again reach the top. It will all be fixed. All be solved.
You Next Generation. You were the first equation, we failed to answer right. You were the cause of all of this mess. We eliminate you. We'll be a step closer to the top. Yes it will all take time. But.
We are gods. Time is nothing for us and everything for you. Being a mortal puts limitations on the bodies. Being gods, it's something you'll never have the chance to experience.
Our time will never end. Yours, well, that's at random. Whenever the gods decide it's done, it is. And well, we are gods. We say your time is done.
But we do bare a sense of pity for the souls of Next Generation. So your exit of this world, of this realm will be everything honorable. People will continue to talk about you. People will miss you. Respect and your names will be synonymous. People won't dare mock the name of Next Generation.
All you have to do is take it all like men. And we'll treat you like men.
But do like always you do. We'll make your final bout one of laughter and great embarrassment. We'll let you live just so the pain last an eternity. Letting everyday be the slowest day of your life.
We'll have you live the way it was for us. Yes, death will look like a trip to a paradise. That noose, that gun, that knife, that bottle of Aspirin will look like the golden ticket. As simple as it will seem. There will be one large equation staring at you on that black board.
"I can't move."
Yes, living the life of a paraplegics will be the fate the gods write for you.
As gods, we allow you this one act of free will.
Be Men or continue the life you live.
You choose.
The light flickers quicker and quicker and quicker.
DARKNESS
The darkness consumes all, like bodies in a mosh pit.
But the center is where the light focuses, like a singer getting her solo.
In that center is the Prince.
Prince Darko Deep reflection of all that is positive is always key in restoring confidence in the souls of a lost. Helping that lost face the negative, then inventing ways of fixing that botch. Preventing such a botch from repeating it's self later on in time.
Acting through thought and time is the only proper away to ever take down an equation. Going through emotion is only for art, not for problems. Going at an equation with emotion only causes more equations. Eventually filling up your black board. Driving a man into being lost.
That is what happened to us. We became lost. We were head deep in equations. Unable to see the top only feeling the bottom. Being drowned, unable to breath. The air circulation to the brain is cut. So wise decisions are gone. So all that's left is emotion. The cycle repeats it's self. On and On and On.
You then have to stop. Stop it all. Begin to sort out one equation one at a time. Thus by doing this, you eliminate one equation. A process that will take time, but, time is nothing to us.
We are gods. We are gods that took the wrong steps. We are gods that will right the wrongs. We are gods that will once again reach the top. It will all be fixed. All be solved.
You Next Generation. You were the first equation, we failed to answer right. You were the cause of all of this mess. We eliminate you. We'll be a step closer to the top. Yes it will all take time. But.
We are gods. Time is nothing for us and everything for you. Being a mortal puts limitations on the bodies. Being gods, it's something you'll never have the chance to experience.
Our time will never end. Yours, well, that's at random. Whenever the gods decide it's done, it is. And well, we are gods. We say your time is done.
But we do bare a sense of pity for the souls of Next Generation. So your exit of this world, of this realm will be everything honorable. People will continue to talk about you. People will miss you. Respect and your names will be synonymous. People won't dare mock the name of Next Generation.
All you have to do is take it all like men. And we'll treat you like men.
But do like always you do. We'll make your final bout one of laughter and great embarrassment. We'll let you live just so the pain last an eternity. Letting everyday be the slowest day of your life.
We'll have you live the way it was for us. Yes, death will look like a trip to a paradise. That noose, that gun, that knife, that bottle of Aspirin will look like the golden ticket. As simple as it will seem. There will be one large equation staring at you on that black board.
"I can't move."
Yes, living the life of a paraplegics will be the fate the gods write for you.
As gods, we allow you this one act of free will.
Be Men or continue the life you live.
You choose.
The light flickers quicker and quicker and quicker.
DARKNESS