Post by ~*The Pride of Ireland*~ on Aug 4, 2007 12:03:51 GMT -5
When You Steal A Page Out Of Someones Book
~As the red day is dawning
And the lightning cracks the sky
They raise their hands to the heavens above
With resentment in their eyes
Running back through the mid morning light
There’s a burning in my heart
We’re banished from the time in the fallen land
To a light beyond the stars~
~In your blackest dreams we do believe
Our destiny this time
And endlessly we’ll all be free tonight~
~And on the wings of a dream
So far beyond reality
All alone in desperation
Now the time has come~
~Lost inside you’ll never find
Lost inside my own mind
Day after day this misery must go on~
~So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through The Fire and The Flames We Carry On~
The sun is dawning on what will forever be known as a day forgotten most like any other. Although headlines fill the papers of editors and reporters who ate drank and slept stress for the entire week will be no more remembered tomorrow than how many birds flew over capitol hill today. There lies in the problem of society as a whole, and what has happened with Xtreme Vicious Intent is a true testament to what kind of things can happen through neglect or folly.
It was not so much that XVI had neglected the services of the six individuals who would make up Serafin, in fact all three active competitors were either former, current, or future champions of the industry. If anything these few superstars were treated with the utmost respect and dignity. And what happened for the efforts of XVI to reward good performance? They became spit on and abandoned by the rogue Serafin.
Just like the unfortunate youths of today and possibly tomorrow, these young men and women do not possibly, or cannot possibly know the value of appreciation, patience, chastity, virtue, valor or other blessings that can only be held by those who understand the value of life and what it means to be alive and the true privilege it is to be able to even perform in front of thousands of people.
No, these men and women are after only one thing. Number One. Themselves, their own personal gain. It was warned that this would happened, by known other than a man somehow capable of seeing the winds of change even before they were in effect.
Corporal Punishment:
But I see the winds of change coming back towards the favor of the just.
Is it possible to defeat such overwhelming odds? Even with the assistance of allies is the threat simply too large to confront and win?
Corporal Punishment:
Nothing is impossible anymore. We live in a world where if you really want to do something, the only one who can stop you is yourself.
History will teach us that every thing, good or bad, will always eventually come to an end.
Corporal Punishment:
You see Serafin, all joking aside your days are literally numbered. You’re as good as dead meat. Only fit to be fed the wolves of The Warpath. Starting August 6th, your finished. Your reign however short lived, will become nothing more than shadows in the light of XVI, nothing more than a memory in the minds of those who knew from the very beginning, that you were doomed to fail. It is already written by destiny that you will fail. Perhaps not on August 6th, perhaps not even at The American Dream, but the very fates that you tout so lovingly about how you are meant to dominate, and how you cannot be stopped, are against you. If you were smart, you would surrender now and let time take its course. But I don’t suspect you will do that. Because your afraid Serafin. You are afraid of what will happen to you once you finally admit defeat, afraid that XVI will not welcome you. So like the dogs you are you will back yourself into a corner and allow the righteous to smite you into oblivion. This is your choice, this is your fate….accept it, and The Destined victors will show mercy...
Dismissed.
~As the red day is dawning
And the lightning cracks the sky
They raise their hands to the heavens above
With resentment in their eyes
Running back through the mid morning light
There’s a burning in my heart
We’re banished from the time in the fallen land
To a light beyond the stars~
~In your blackest dreams we do believe
Our destiny this time
And endlessly we’ll all be free tonight~
~And on the wings of a dream
So far beyond reality
All alone in desperation
Now the time has come~
~Lost inside you’ll never find
Lost inside my own mind
Day after day this misery must go on~
~So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through The Fire and The Flames We Carry On~
The sun is dawning on what will forever be known as a day forgotten most like any other. Although headlines fill the papers of editors and reporters who ate drank and slept stress for the entire week will be no more remembered tomorrow than how many birds flew over capitol hill today. There lies in the problem of society as a whole, and what has happened with Xtreme Vicious Intent is a true testament to what kind of things can happen through neglect or folly.
It was not so much that XVI had neglected the services of the six individuals who would make up Serafin, in fact all three active competitors were either former, current, or future champions of the industry. If anything these few superstars were treated with the utmost respect and dignity. And what happened for the efforts of XVI to reward good performance? They became spit on and abandoned by the rogue Serafin.
Just like the unfortunate youths of today and possibly tomorrow, these young men and women do not possibly, or cannot possibly know the value of appreciation, patience, chastity, virtue, valor or other blessings that can only be held by those who understand the value of life and what it means to be alive and the true privilege it is to be able to even perform in front of thousands of people.
No, these men and women are after only one thing. Number One. Themselves, their own personal gain. It was warned that this would happened, by known other than a man somehow capable of seeing the winds of change even before they were in effect.
Corporal Punishment:
But I see the winds of change coming back towards the favor of the just.
Is it possible to defeat such overwhelming odds? Even with the assistance of allies is the threat simply too large to confront and win?
Corporal Punishment:
Nothing is impossible anymore. We live in a world where if you really want to do something, the only one who can stop you is yourself.
History will teach us that every thing, good or bad, will always eventually come to an end.
Corporal Punishment:
You see Serafin, all joking aside your days are literally numbered. You’re as good as dead meat. Only fit to be fed the wolves of The Warpath. Starting August 6th, your finished. Your reign however short lived, will become nothing more than shadows in the light of XVI, nothing more than a memory in the minds of those who knew from the very beginning, that you were doomed to fail. It is already written by destiny that you will fail. Perhaps not on August 6th, perhaps not even at The American Dream, but the very fates that you tout so lovingly about how you are meant to dominate, and how you cannot be stopped, are against you. If you were smart, you would surrender now and let time take its course. But I don’t suspect you will do that. Because your afraid Serafin. You are afraid of what will happen to you once you finally admit defeat, afraid that XVI will not welcome you. So like the dogs you are you will back yourself into a corner and allow the righteous to smite you into oblivion. This is your choice, this is your fate….accept it, and The Destined victors will show mercy...
Dismissed.
