Post by Angel Blake on Feb 17, 2015 13:04:00 GMT
Oh your sweet little lies
Oh your sweet little lies
I can hear when I hold you close to me
When I look in your eyes
I see through your disguise
What I see is an only lonely void
And I can see hell in your eyes
You don’t ever learn, do you Seth?
You still think you’re fighting the good fight, good versus evil, you still live with this misconception that Angel Blake is some mustache twirling villain who needs to be taken out before it’s late but the sad truth is…
It’s already too late.
The Age of X reigns supreme over Imperial Wrestling, Angel Blake is the unopposed ruler of all that you see, he is GOD, Seth, and all this whining and crying and fighting is for nothing.
You.
Have.
Failed.
Angel Blake had already defeated everyone worthy of his time by the time you had arrived, he was already being heralded as the best wrestler in the world, his legacy had already been written in the blood of the fallen, etched into the foundation of this company, he has won.
So what are you going to stop?
Who are you going to save?
The only one clamoring for his demise is you, not even your so called friends and allies have the balls enough to stand up to him, you are alone in this venture and you have suffered greatly.
Give up.
Let it go.
Walk away.
Angel may be merciless, he may be blood thirsty but he can be forgiving. Drop to your knees, Seth, beg him for forgiveness, pledge yourself to the Age of X, to the new world we are creating with every passing day, give yourself over to God and give up this ridiculous fight.
Accept him, Seth, accept him as I have, as the Brothers have, accept him into your life, experience his greatness, feel his power, become one with the one true God and praise him for all he has given this world.
Praise him.
You know this fight is fruitless, pointless, you know the only ending for you is a bloody one, a painful one, you know what you stand to lose by continuing down this road and you know you aren’t willing to make that sacrifice.
Just stop.
Stop and ask yourself what has he really done that is so wrong, so worth all your time and energy? Ask yourself what has he done that has made things worse?
All he has done is give people like you a reason to be better, to fight harder, he has asked you to step your game up to his level and become something more. You blame him because his children have not been able to meet his demands? How is he to blame for the failings of man? He gave you the tools, the opportunity, he gave you everything you needed to defeat him and still he stands here.
Still he lives.
So you fight him, using your own failings to justify a pointless battle. Seth, if Angel was really so awful would not the masses rise up against him? Would IWF not be unified against him hell bent on his destruction?
Look around you Seth, look, all have fallen, all have failed, all have accepted him, it is only you now.
You are alone on this battlefield and the only one to blame is yourself.
Cause you're drowning inside
Those fake tears that you cried
As I claw my way from your tragedy
Emptiness is your bride
Arrogance is your pride
I won't drown in another's misery
And you won't pull me down to die
She stood before him, Tara Fenix, her luxurious black hair fallen over her shoulders, her tan skin almost luminescent under the lights of the hotel room they both shared. She glared at him coldly with her icy blue eyes, her shoulders arched back under the black blouse and her face hardly concealing her rage.
”You knew where he was this whole time?”
Her words came like an accusation of murder, venom dripping off every single letter she spoke to him. He stood back from her, his shoulders slumped a little, an obvious weight coming down upon him, his black hair pulled back to reveal his pale face and dark eyes, he didn’t respond.
”How could you keep that from me?”
Her words came in a low growl but her hand hit hard and fast against the side of his face, his cheek reddened almost immediately.
”HOW COULD YOU!?”
She hit him a second and third time but he just stood there, he took it, penance for his many crimes against the people he cared about.
”After everything else, after all the lies, the cheating, the drugs and black mail, after everything you’ve done to me…”
She clutched him by the cheeks with her right hand, forcing him to look her in the eyes.
”I. Came. Back. Not because I was a love sick puppy with no where to go, I cam back because you needed my help, because no one else was there for you. I came back despite everything, Angel, despite all the bullshit!”
He tried to pull his head away but she wouldn’t release him.
”I stopped you from ending your miserable fucking life because it was the right thing to do and you don’t even have the decency to tell me where my son is!?”
He can’t speak, there are no words that could come close to defending his selfish acts of self destruction.
”I’m sorry…”
”Are you? ARE YOU!? Do you even know what that word means, sorry?”
Finally she released him with almost another tiny slap as she pushed his head to the side. She turned and walked away from him toward the window, looking out into the endless night.
”I want our family back, Angel, I want our life together back… I want to forget the last two years together and go back to how things were but… I don’t know if that’s possible.”
She turned back to look at him again, dressed in a fine black button down and jeans, the look and aura of an angel of death about him, she frowned.
”I don’t know if you were worth saving.”
Tara walked forward and went right past him, he reached out for her but she didn’t want to be touched by him right now. She ripped herself away and spun on her heels, her hand hitting his face again.
”DON’T TOUCH ME!”
She pushed him hard, violently and then began to strike out at him, her fists hitting him in the face and chest, anywhere they could land and striking with the fierceness and accuracy of a fighter.
”Don’t you fucking touch me!”
Her anger gave way to sadness finally, her hands fell flat against his chest as she slumped forward against him, her head pressed into the side of his neck, hiding the tears he knew were falling. He’d made this beautiful cry to often and too much, he could never take back the things he’d done to her, the ways he’d hurt her but he could make it right.
”I will get Edward back… I will be… I’ll be the man you deserve...”
Lightly he stroked her head with his hand, pushing her dark hair away from her face to avoid the tears.
”Give me time… I’ll be the man you loved again…”
Through half sobs she spoke, the venom still present in her voice.
”I don’t believe you.”
No!
Stuck in this prison with a brother I loved
Stuck in this prison with the memories of...
Another time, when music's all that we had
Bonded by anger and addictions, so glad
Always together but no words are spoken
This is the sound of a friendship broken
Trapped and climbing up the walls
How the fuck do I get out of these pitfalls?
For over fifteen years now I have listened to the jealous ramblings of my children. Constantly bickering amongst themselves, occasionally setting me in their sights as the root cause of all that ails them…
I am tired of listening…
I am tired of the never ending crying of the masses, always looking for a reason as to why their lives are so horrible, as if I have the time or effort to single each of them out individually and punish them for some misbegotten crime…
I do not care about you…
I created you, gave you free will, challenged you to be better and you have fallen at every step…
That is not my fault…
Evans, you may dress this fight up anyway you like, I am above such simple and foolish matters as vendettas and grudges…
I am God…
As God it is not my duty nor my job to carry you through life, it is up to you to find the inner strength to carry on…
I have watched you fail long enough…
Your accusations insult me…
Your demeanor disgusts me…
It is time for my reckoning to begin, time for me to show you just how powerful I am and just how lucky you have been…
For fifteen years I have done battle among you as a man, given you every opportunity to lay me to rest and prove yourselves superior but now…
That time has passed…
There will be no more mercy, Seth, no more chances, there will be no more even playing field because I no longer wish to test my creations…
I wish to destroy you…
This world belongs to me, everything in it is mine including the Imperial Championship and so the time has come for me to reclaim my throne…
You wish to stop me, Seth, put an end to my so called reign of terror, then please do it already or shut the hell up…
I grow bored of you…
Tired of your repetitive and ridiculous claims of evil corruption…
I entertained you, gave you the match you desired and I defeated you. Color the loss how you like Seth, I care not how the win was achieved, the fact remains the same…
YOU FAILED.
Now you wish to repeat the same mistake, to face me once more in a match with no real rules for a reason that is no longer clear…
How will the outcome be any different?
What has suddenly changed?
I am still God, I am still the single most powerful being in the entire universe, I am still a force to be reckoned with and you?
YOU.
ARE.
NOTHING.
The only difference between then and now is that I no longer care about you, I no longer desire to see you succeed. I have sacrificed too much of my own time on this Earth striving to make those around me better, it is time for God to indulge his own selfish desires…
It is time for the real terror to begin…
You think a syringe is bad?
This time I will crush your wind pipe.
You think my faithful sons the Brothers Black give me an unfair advantage?
This time I will rip your still beating heart from your chest with my bare hands and no help at all.
You haven’t seen the worst of me, Seth Evans, you haven’t even glimpsed the true horror I am capable of. You want to face the true beast that is Angel Blake?
Be careful what you wish for son, you are going to get it.
Oh your sweet little lies
I can hear when I hold you close to me
When I look in your eyes
I see through your disguise
What I see is an only lonely void
And I can see hell in your eyes
You don’t ever learn, do you Seth?
You still think you’re fighting the good fight, good versus evil, you still live with this misconception that Angel Blake is some mustache twirling villain who needs to be taken out before it’s late but the sad truth is…
It’s already too late.
The Age of X reigns supreme over Imperial Wrestling, Angel Blake is the unopposed ruler of all that you see, he is GOD, Seth, and all this whining and crying and fighting is for nothing.
You.
Have.
Failed.
Angel Blake had already defeated everyone worthy of his time by the time you had arrived, he was already being heralded as the best wrestler in the world, his legacy had already been written in the blood of the fallen, etched into the foundation of this company, he has won.
So what are you going to stop?
Who are you going to save?
The only one clamoring for his demise is you, not even your so called friends and allies have the balls enough to stand up to him, you are alone in this venture and you have suffered greatly.
Give up.
Let it go.
Walk away.
Angel may be merciless, he may be blood thirsty but he can be forgiving. Drop to your knees, Seth, beg him for forgiveness, pledge yourself to the Age of X, to the new world we are creating with every passing day, give yourself over to God and give up this ridiculous fight.
Accept him, Seth, accept him as I have, as the Brothers have, accept him into your life, experience his greatness, feel his power, become one with the one true God and praise him for all he has given this world.
Praise him.
You know this fight is fruitless, pointless, you know the only ending for you is a bloody one, a painful one, you know what you stand to lose by continuing down this road and you know you aren’t willing to make that sacrifice.
Just stop.
Stop and ask yourself what has he really done that is so wrong, so worth all your time and energy? Ask yourself what has he done that has made things worse?
All he has done is give people like you a reason to be better, to fight harder, he has asked you to step your game up to his level and become something more. You blame him because his children have not been able to meet his demands? How is he to blame for the failings of man? He gave you the tools, the opportunity, he gave you everything you needed to defeat him and still he stands here.
Still he lives.
So you fight him, using your own failings to justify a pointless battle. Seth, if Angel was really so awful would not the masses rise up against him? Would IWF not be unified against him hell bent on his destruction?
Look around you Seth, look, all have fallen, all have failed, all have accepted him, it is only you now.
You are alone on this battlefield and the only one to blame is yourself.
Cause you're drowning inside
Those fake tears that you cried
As I claw my way from your tragedy
Emptiness is your bride
Arrogance is your pride
I won't drown in another's misery
And you won't pull me down to die
She stood before him, Tara Fenix, her luxurious black hair fallen over her shoulders, her tan skin almost luminescent under the lights of the hotel room they both shared. She glared at him coldly with her icy blue eyes, her shoulders arched back under the black blouse and her face hardly concealing her rage.
”You knew where he was this whole time?”
Her words came like an accusation of murder, venom dripping off every single letter she spoke to him. He stood back from her, his shoulders slumped a little, an obvious weight coming down upon him, his black hair pulled back to reveal his pale face and dark eyes, he didn’t respond.
”How could you keep that from me?”
Her words came in a low growl but her hand hit hard and fast against the side of his face, his cheek reddened almost immediately.
”HOW COULD YOU!?”
She hit him a second and third time but he just stood there, he took it, penance for his many crimes against the people he cared about.
”After everything else, after all the lies, the cheating, the drugs and black mail, after everything you’ve done to me…”
She clutched him by the cheeks with her right hand, forcing him to look her in the eyes.
”I. Came. Back. Not because I was a love sick puppy with no where to go, I cam back because you needed my help, because no one else was there for you. I came back despite everything, Angel, despite all the bullshit!”
He tried to pull his head away but she wouldn’t release him.
”I stopped you from ending your miserable fucking life because it was the right thing to do and you don’t even have the decency to tell me where my son is!?”
He can’t speak, there are no words that could come close to defending his selfish acts of self destruction.
”I’m sorry…”
”Are you? ARE YOU!? Do you even know what that word means, sorry?”
Finally she released him with almost another tiny slap as she pushed his head to the side. She turned and walked away from him toward the window, looking out into the endless night.
”I want our family back, Angel, I want our life together back… I want to forget the last two years together and go back to how things were but… I don’t know if that’s possible.”
She turned back to look at him again, dressed in a fine black button down and jeans, the look and aura of an angel of death about him, she frowned.
”I don’t know if you were worth saving.”
Tara walked forward and went right past him, he reached out for her but she didn’t want to be touched by him right now. She ripped herself away and spun on her heels, her hand hitting his face again.
”DON’T TOUCH ME!”
She pushed him hard, violently and then began to strike out at him, her fists hitting him in the face and chest, anywhere they could land and striking with the fierceness and accuracy of a fighter.
”Don’t you fucking touch me!”
Her anger gave way to sadness finally, her hands fell flat against his chest as she slumped forward against him, her head pressed into the side of his neck, hiding the tears he knew were falling. He’d made this beautiful cry to often and too much, he could never take back the things he’d done to her, the ways he’d hurt her but he could make it right.
”I will get Edward back… I will be… I’ll be the man you deserve...”
Lightly he stroked her head with his hand, pushing her dark hair away from her face to avoid the tears.
”Give me time… I’ll be the man you loved again…”
Through half sobs she spoke, the venom still present in her voice.
”I don’t believe you.”
No!
Stuck in this prison with a brother I loved
Stuck in this prison with the memories of...
Another time, when music's all that we had
Bonded by anger and addictions, so glad
Always together but no words are spoken
This is the sound of a friendship broken
Trapped and climbing up the walls
How the fuck do I get out of these pitfalls?
For over fifteen years now I have listened to the jealous ramblings of my children. Constantly bickering amongst themselves, occasionally setting me in their sights as the root cause of all that ails them…
I am tired of listening…
I am tired of the never ending crying of the masses, always looking for a reason as to why their lives are so horrible, as if I have the time or effort to single each of them out individually and punish them for some misbegotten crime…
I do not care about you…
I created you, gave you free will, challenged you to be better and you have fallen at every step…
That is not my fault…
Evans, you may dress this fight up anyway you like, I am above such simple and foolish matters as vendettas and grudges…
I am God…
As God it is not my duty nor my job to carry you through life, it is up to you to find the inner strength to carry on…
I have watched you fail long enough…
Your accusations insult me…
Your demeanor disgusts me…
It is time for my reckoning to begin, time for me to show you just how powerful I am and just how lucky you have been…
For fifteen years I have done battle among you as a man, given you every opportunity to lay me to rest and prove yourselves superior but now…
That time has passed…
There will be no more mercy, Seth, no more chances, there will be no more even playing field because I no longer wish to test my creations…
I wish to destroy you…
This world belongs to me, everything in it is mine including the Imperial Championship and so the time has come for me to reclaim my throne…
You wish to stop me, Seth, put an end to my so called reign of terror, then please do it already or shut the hell up…
I grow bored of you…
Tired of your repetitive and ridiculous claims of evil corruption…
I entertained you, gave you the match you desired and I defeated you. Color the loss how you like Seth, I care not how the win was achieved, the fact remains the same…
YOU FAILED.
Now you wish to repeat the same mistake, to face me once more in a match with no real rules for a reason that is no longer clear…
How will the outcome be any different?
What has suddenly changed?
I am still God, I am still the single most powerful being in the entire universe, I am still a force to be reckoned with and you?
YOU.
ARE.
NOTHING.
The only difference between then and now is that I no longer care about you, I no longer desire to see you succeed. I have sacrificed too much of my own time on this Earth striving to make those around me better, it is time for God to indulge his own selfish desires…
It is time for the real terror to begin…
You think a syringe is bad?
This time I will crush your wind pipe.
You think my faithful sons the Brothers Black give me an unfair advantage?
This time I will rip your still beating heart from your chest with my bare hands and no help at all.
You haven’t seen the worst of me, Seth Evans, you haven’t even glimpsed the true horror I am capable of. You want to face the true beast that is Angel Blake?
Be careful what you wish for son, you are going to get it.
Dreaming of choking someone I used to know
Strangling the negativity that they sow
Resent has now become the face in the mask
That plays upon a bitter two-man cast
Go find somebody else to blame your problems
Trying to fuck me, because you can't solve them
Stop! You never gave a shit
We almost fucking quit, because how much you hated it
He sat alone now, quiet, shadows surrounding him, engulfing him, he was one with the darkness, his thoughts and memories his only company…
He remembered the feel of the cold steel in his hands, the way his whole body shook with the poison in his veins, the weight of everything finally crashing down around him and the desire to just put it all to an end.
She had come that night, when he needed her most she was there, Tara Fenix. She was a light in his life that had never truly gone out, he owed her his life, more than that, he owed her some form of happiness.
He sighed, his breath being quite visible in the cold, he wished he could take it away, go back to the night they lost their second son, the night he caused her to miscarry. He wished he could stop it, save him, save himself from the tragic turn his life took after that moment. He never wanted to become his father but somehow he’d become exactly like him and it made him sick…
His mind raced with all the different ways he could get Edward back. He could break the door to his brother’s home down, take Edward by force, he knew he was more than strong enough to over power Nero and besides, he’d never risk Alice. Why he could simply abduct, he’d seen her earlier tonight leave their home, she wasn’t even back yet, he could grab her as soon as she pulled into the drive…
He shook his head and gripped the steering wheel before him, his eyes still locked on his brother’s house…
No, he couldn’t do that, not anymore, he had to find another way…
He had to find a better way…
He shifted the car into drive and pulled away from the curb just as Alice passed him in her silver suv, she pulled into the drive and he watched as he went past their home as Nero and little Edward came out to help her with the bags. He looked at the small boy, his son…
”I’m coming, son…”
And you say that life is just a game and
Everyone who plays is just a pawn
And shame on me it went so long
How could I've been so wrong?
I've forever gone, colder
If life is just a game then
Game over
In less than a week life as you know it will be over…
Your life will be over…
No one will mourn your passing…
No one will even notice…
Save for me…
Your God…
I will shed a tear for all you could have been…
Your wasted potential…
Your unfulfilled dreams…
In the end your greatest crime will not be failing yourself…
The ones you love…
Or even Imperial Wrestling…
It will be failing me…
Now rest.
On the day
On the day of your demise
Unburied and left for the flies
Believe me that I will piss upon your grave
Forgiveness may greet me on someday
But I'll never forget all this pain
Let there be no mistake
This is not a game!
Well howdy there pardner.