Post by Oliver † Creed on Jul 27, 2014 21:24:34 GMT -6
BLASPHEMY.
HERETIC.
PAGAN.
The cries of the lamps of God that have already been lead to the slaughter that is known as--simplistically--"reality" and in this reality there is no such thing as MIRACLES. There is NOTHING...but ME...! I am physical, I am solid, you can touch upon my very cheek and feel the warm of my blood coursing through very body; I am that which you have waited on for so long, you just haven't realized it yet. And so here I stand on top of this mountain by my lonesome, holding my hands out for the children loss hopes and dreams offering you the salvation you desperately need, and that...ladies and gentlemen in itself...is a promise I can keep. I cannot bring back your dead, I cannot CURE the blind; Why change water into His venom and die? What I give unto my people, onto my apostles...is happiness. We don't have to suffer this endless HELL anymore. All I ask is that you take my hand, and I shall guide you towards that paradise you've prayed for.
Take my hand...what are you waiting for...?
I remember her warmth...it was...comforting. As I would lay my lips upon her bosom and drink her nursing nectar, I remember the look on her face as an infant: Happy. She was like an angel, her blue eyes and her flowing locks of raven black . I called this beautiful creature "mother", the one who carried the burden of carrying me inside of her womb. "Mother" was the name that was etched upon my lips as I drew my hushed breathes. Mother's love, mother's kisses, her embraces...her warmth...
Died.
She was dead, no amount of prayer could bring her back. She was cold, rigid, no sign of life was life in her dim eyes. That sparkle in her very hues that seemed as if God placed the sky inside of them...was dead. And as I sat at her bedside I had no one to comfort me, no one to tell me that these things happen. No logic, no explanation, just a sporadic act of HIM. And thus...Felecia Lenora Creed was buried next to my drug addict father who died before I could even forgive him for the Hell he put us both through. Tis a bittersweet feeling I suppose, knowing that your father who abused you and the woman he claimed to love...took along the one you most loved with him. Dark romance at it's finest.
"Do you actually believe there is no God? Then how can you explain all of this phenomenons across the beginning of time? Science has very credible...let's use argument points but do can you sit there and tell me that we came to be from some brand of Darwinism?"
Women are marvelous creations. They are brash, they are cunning, they are however stubborn to the point of being vainglorious of their, albeit, amazing qualities. But for this one I couldn't believe she had such strong faith. A woman of faith, that was rare in 2014, and it just showed me how strong the manipulator known as "influence" was in this day and age. She was smart, almost too smart to be an escort. Though I vaguely remember her saying that she's junior from the University of San Francisco. I sat there, flashing a spurious smile as I tried to explain to my date at this time of the very fact that we came to be through a mutative infancy.
I remember her warmth...it was...comforting. As I would lay my lips upon her bosom and drink her nursing nectar, I remember the look on her face as an infant: Happy. She was like an angel, her blue eyes and her flowing locks of raven black . I called this beautiful creature "mother", the one who carried the burden of carrying me inside of her womb. "Mother" was the name that was etched upon my lips as I drew my hushed breathes. Mother's love, mother's kisses, her embraces...her warmth...
Died.
She was dead, no amount of prayer could bring her back. She was cold, rigid, no sign of life was life in her dim eyes. That sparkle in her very hues that seemed as if God placed the sky inside of them...was dead. And as I sat at her bedside I had no one to comfort me, no one to tell me that these things happen. No logic, no explanation, just a sporadic act of HIM. And thus...Felecia Lenora Creed was buried next to my drug addict father who died before I could even forgive him for the Hell he put us both through. Tis a bittersweet feeling I suppose, knowing that your father who abused you and the woman he claimed to love...took along the one you most loved with him. Dark romance at it's finest.
"Do you actually believe there is no God? Then how can you explain all of this phenomenons across the beginning of time? Science has very credible...let's use argument points but do can you sit there and tell me that we came to be from some brand of Darwinism?"
Women are marvelous creations. They are brash, they are cunning, they are however stubborn to the point of being vainglorious of their, albeit, amazing qualities. But for this one I couldn't believe she had such strong faith. A woman of faith, that was rare in 2014, and it just showed me how strong the manipulator known as "influence" was in this day and age. She was smart, almost too smart to be an escort. Though I vaguely remember her saying that she's junior from the University of San Francisco. I sat there, flashing a spurious smile as I tried to explain to my date at this time of the very fact that we came to be through a mutative infancy.
Oliver Creed: Here is what I believe, we're given choice. Choice has garnered conflict, and what of the most heated conflicts, even in our time is religion. Now God, the creator of the world was a man of peace. A man of peace and a man of his power who CONSTANTLY wants to leave us to our own devices, has been something of a...bad parent. Abraham, for an example, God asked for a sacrifice from Abraham, a man of faith and who devoted himself to Him. Abraham would kill his son for this man he hadn't seen in his entire life because he said so. Now if we are left with choice, and if we wish to be our own person, how can we claim to be independent when so many of us are dependent on an invisible figure, that does experiments on his creations; Who claims to love us, and forgives but would banish the "Mom and Dad" of human civilization from "EDEN"? We've not given full interpretations of our creator, just caricatures. What I'm saying Janet is that...we were given choice, so why is it so hard to believe that we come from something more beautiful than being formed out of THIN air...? Don't you think evolution is beautiful? I mean the dinosaurs, the many wonders of the old world, we made this, and we don't give the credit of discoveries to the men and women who worked hard to discover them we give them to...
I point up slightly with a faint smirk.
Oliver Creed: Him, and because that, somewhere we're afraid of living for ourselves. So with "choice" which was given to me by our "Lord" I choice to believe that maybe that we come from something...bigger.
I point up slightly with a faint smirk.
Oliver Creed: Him, and because that, somewhere we're afraid of living for ourselves. So with "choice" which was given to me by our "Lord" I choice to believe that maybe that we come from something...bigger.
She sat there in her chair obviously taken back by my rebuttal. I rise my glass of wine to my lip and sip. I smile at her as she looked at me and began to question a few things about herself.
Janet: ...I never really thought about it that way. You play the devil's advocate pretty well.
Oliver Creed: There's always an argument on both sides I believe.
Janet: And if you're wrong?
Oliver Creed: Hopefully I'll win something tonight...
Oliver Creed: There's always an argument on both sides I believe.
She smirks at me, leaning forward, revealing her very ample cleavage that peeked from the top of black dress.
I scoff some to myself looking back at her with my smile.
And with that very statement said...
"YES, RIGHT THERE, YES!!! I'M COMING A-AH, AH, AH...!!"
I finished releasing my inner burden upon her stomach as she laid there bare on my bed. She soon curled up in my blankets and laid asleep. I sat up, glaring at her, sitting down across from her, almost disgusted that my carnal lust and desperation for human interaction led me to having to pay for an escort. Though my stamina as a man is impeccable I have come to realize that even after an hour and a half of intercourse someone such as myself needs to fall asleep at some point. So I went into my medicine cabinet, mixing a cocktail of sleeping pills and to no avail I sat there in the dark, pondering my life. I became a being of lawless actions, who did what made him feel good, and had no empathy for those I wronged. For years I traveled the world, seeking something, a sign, something to show me He had not forgotten me. But my cries for help were left unheard. I got up from my seat and went into my study, there sat at over where my books laid quietly. And there sat my journal that I was wrote inside of, telling my tales of agony and betrayal. I wrote...to her...Mother...I write to her a lot...I tell her of my inner conflicts...of my need for something more. I began to write my pleads...telling her of my sins....of what I've become...hoping...praying that she would hear these cries for her warmth in the afterlife.
"YES, RIGHT THERE, YES!!! I'M COMING A-AH, AH, AH...!!"
I finished releasing my inner burden upon her stomach as she laid there bare on my bed. She soon curled up in my blankets and laid asleep. I sat up, glaring at her, sitting down across from her, almost disgusted that my carnal lust and desperation for human interaction led me to having to pay for an escort. Though my stamina as a man is impeccable I have come to realize that even after an hour and a half of intercourse someone such as myself needs to fall asleep at some point. So I went into my medicine cabinet, mixing a cocktail of sleeping pills and to no avail I sat there in the dark, pondering my life. I became a being of lawless actions, who did what made him feel good, and had no empathy for those I wronged. For years I traveled the world, seeking something, a sign, something to show me He had not forgotten me. But my cries for help were left unheard. I got up from my seat and went into my study, there sat at over where my books laid quietly. And there sat my journal that I was wrote inside of, telling my tales of agony and betrayal. I wrote...to her...Mother...I write to her a lot...I tell her of my inner conflicts...of my need for something more. I began to write my pleads...telling her of my sins....of what I've become...hoping...praying that she would hear these cries for her warmth in the afterlife.
Janet: Oliver?
She came inside of my study, looking at me as she hadn't placed her garments back on. She wore pressed her bare breasts against my back and began to kiss at my ear.
Janet: You're pretty amazing...I was out like a light for a minute there.
Oliver Creed: Did I disturb your sleep?
Janet: Nooo, I want some more, I don't have to go back until the morning time.
Oliver Creed: Did I disturb your sleep?
Janet: Nooo, I want some more, I don't have to go back until the morning time.
Her sexual appetite was fierce. And I, a man who had pent of stress and sexual desire couldn't ignore her advances. I turned around in my seat, ignoring my memoirs for the time being to satisfy my lust. An hour turned into two, and soon it was morning time. I laid awake, she still slept, sound in her slumber. I got out of bed, took a shower and dressed; A shave, suit and tie, and my things. I wrote her a check, placed it along with something else I had written. Damn, I must make haste to my flight to San Diego, I wish to make an adequate debut...I won't disappoint. As her gaze began to see light, she sat up, she saw the pay and then saw my note:
"You have a choice, you could choose to stop being a glorified whore, telling yourself that you're doing this for college, or keep living the life of a fallen woman, servicing men like me to make yourself feel pretty. You're disgusting and even if there was a God, do you believe he would forgive a whore...? Now tell me: what will your choice be? You have been paid, dress yourself, leave my home and never come back."
She sat there, groggy and confused, but nonetheless, insulted. I had used her for what I needed, to release any emotion I had deep within for my debut in REVPro. She served her purpose...and now I could go into my match with a clear head. Everyone serves a purpose...and sooner or later Revolution Wrestling would serve me.
The familiar monotone background appears along with the red velvet chair. I walk into the frame, sitting down quietly and crossing my right leg over my left. I stare into the camera, my right hand resting gently on my cheek as I peer into the lens with my blue eyes that stood out among the gray.
"You have a choice, you could choose to stop being a glorified whore, telling yourself that you're doing this for college, or keep living the life of a fallen woman, servicing men like me to make yourself feel pretty. You're disgusting and even if there was a God, do you believe he would forgive a whore...? Now tell me: what will your choice be? You have been paid, dress yourself, leave my home and never come back."
She sat there, groggy and confused, but nonetheless, insulted. I had used her for what I needed, to release any emotion I had deep within for my debut in REVPro. She served her purpose...and now I could go into my match with a clear head. Everyone serves a purpose...and sooner or later Revolution Wrestling would serve me.
The familiar monotone background appears along with the red velvet chair. I walk into the frame, sitting down quietly and crossing my right leg over my left. I stare into the camera, my right hand resting gently on my cheek as I peer into the lens with my blue eyes that stood out among the gray.
Oliver Creed: What would you DEFINE me...? Hm? Maybe, I am a messenger of some sort? A herald, no, a harbinger sent from the heavens to answer the pleads of the suffering. Ladies and gentlemen to be quite frank I am not some mystical entity, nor do I have some special POWERS to influence you; No ladies and gentlemen, I am but a simple man who wishes to spread a cause. My cause is that of virtue, of righteousness, a cause that looks to uplift the human race rather than erase it. I look not to rule over you as a tyrant, but as a the word...of truth. And the truth is that REVPro is a cesspool. Whether we are to believe that this place is a star shining in infinite darkness, I have come to the conclusion that is a dim light that wishes to shine; But only I can make that happen. I am able to do things that no other man or woman can do. I am the WILL of the people, and the people need someone to LEAD them into the future. No GODS, no DEVILS, no HELL, no HEAVEN...but PARADISE. And in my paradise, there is no INVISIBLE DEITY that you worship, there is no false GOD, there is no man TWISTING or MANIPULATING the GOSPEL of my WORDS...I am...REAL!!! And though, I meet a harsh labor, though I will walk through a valley of savage beasts for this contender's match...I will not falter.
Because I have that much faith in myself to move on and win. We need not the weakminded, the fools, the vagrants, the hollow shells of humanity. What we need is someone who is immortal, someone who will never die, who will forever shine his LIGHT upon civilization; LADIES...AND GENTLEMEN...I am your need vessel of change. And I ask nothing but you to let me guide you to your own salvation. No more war, no more disease, no more famine, I can make it all stop. But if any of you test me, if any ingrate, any troublesome soul wishes to challenge me then they will MEET...MY....FURY....!! I am the harp...and I can also become the sword. If you wish to be led into the warm light, then follow me. Disobey me...and swim in fiery oceans of my MIGHT. My dominion, my sanctum...will forever open it's arms to the believers. So please....
Oliver Creed: Revolution Wrestling...let...me...help you, or you will fall victim to my Hellish cleansing.
Because I have that much faith in myself to move on and win. We need not the weakminded, the fools, the vagrants, the hollow shells of humanity. What we need is someone who is immortal, someone who will never die, who will forever shine his LIGHT upon civilization; LADIES...AND GENTLEMEN...I am your need vessel of change. And I ask nothing but you to let me guide you to your own salvation. No more war, no more disease, no more famine, I can make it all stop. But if any of you test me, if any ingrate, any troublesome soul wishes to challenge me then they will MEET...MY....FURY....!! I am the harp...and I can also become the sword. If you wish to be led into the warm light, then follow me. Disobey me...and swim in fiery oceans of my MIGHT. My dominion, my sanctum...will forever open it's arms to the believers. So please....
I open my arms up wide with a caring smile and passionate eyes.
Oliver Creed: Revolution Wrestling...let...me...help you, or you will fall victim to my Hellish cleansing.
I stand up, straightening my suit jacket out and then walking off. The red chair radiates through this stale background of gray. And soon the scene...
Fade.