Post by "One Taste" Poison on Apr 12, 2007 10:02:09 GMT -5
...A Twizted Mind Production...
And no longer is the question "Who is the prey?"...
A simple enough answer, which my child, should be already crystal to you.
You are the answer.
And this I am not addressing towards a single person… nor am I addressing it towards a certain race or gender.
This is addressed towards all those who do not stand beside me.
And you may say you’ve never done me wrong or that you’ve had my back one hundred percent all the way… yet you still remain prey.
The mere truth behind it is now; you have all become the lesser species. You fight for… for what exactly?
For glory?
For the thrill?
To be known as a winner?
Pathetic.
And to the prey I address and to the prey my words sting… Here now a revolution begins.
The predators are sick of watching you run around in circles time and time again, chasing your tails it would seem, to reach out and touch with your fingertips what you’ve been dreaming of for so long. To each of you, this may be something different… everyone has their purpose after all…
And after all, our purpose is to… keep you on your toes one may say. You’re sitting pretty, life’s too easy for you.
Undoubtedly you have all forgotten about the wisdom which lurks in the shadows.
And you refuse to accept the truth:
Anything you have ever done, could ever do or would even dare to dream of… Will be nothing compared to what shall unfold in front of your watery eyes over the next few weeks.
Go on... revolt.
Go on… Play into my hand, child.
[/i]And no longer is the question "Who is the prey?"...
A simple enough answer, which my child, should be already crystal to you.
You are the answer.
And this I am not addressing towards a single person… nor am I addressing it towards a certain race or gender.
This is addressed towards all those who do not stand beside me.
And you may say you’ve never done me wrong or that you’ve had my back one hundred percent all the way… yet you still remain prey.
The mere truth behind it is now; you have all become the lesser species. You fight for… for what exactly?
For glory?
For the thrill?
To be known as a winner?
Pathetic.
And to the prey I address and to the prey my words sting… Here now a revolution begins.
The predators are sick of watching you run around in circles time and time again, chasing your tails it would seem, to reach out and touch with your fingertips what you’ve been dreaming of for so long. To each of you, this may be something different… everyone has their purpose after all…
And after all, our purpose is to… keep you on your toes one may say. You’re sitting pretty, life’s too easy for you.
Undoubtedly you have all forgotten about the wisdom which lurks in the shadows.
And you refuse to accept the truth:
Anything you have ever done, could ever do or would even dare to dream of… Will be nothing compared to what shall unfold in front of your watery eyes over the next few weeks.
Go on... revolt.
Go on… Play into my hand, child.
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