Post by Chief Tom-O-Hawk on Mar 24, 2016 2:02:29 GMT -5
Created on Mar 24, 2016 1:15:23 AM
Hell is where the heart is (Downward Mental Spiral)
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Home.. what is it to me?
Home is not an abstract illusion, or some bastard delusion. Home is where the mind aspires to be. Home is where you feel safe.Home is where you return to time and time again and never get board, never get tired of what you see. Home .. is in the deepest bowels of hell.
Hell is my comfort. The sounds of the screams of the damned are my music. The brutality of souls is my most conciese comfort. One soul in particular is most satisfying. One soul in specific can satisfy the most depraved minds. One soul is all it takes.. to satisfy the lust of torturing all the damned.
All others until then are fuel. All until then become whipping posts. All until then become mindless cannonfodder. All in the path becomes stains of blood on my knuckles, on my boots. All along the trail are just traction to get me there quicker. All within reach are in danger ... and with conscience being twisted ... none shall be spared.
The concience is a sentient set of rules within us all. The conscience is what seperates right from wrong. Our conscience is twisted, perverted, all wrong becomes so much more right. The conscience is our guide, for moral, spiritual, and logical balance of wants and needs.
Wants and needs... of mankind are blind even to their greed. The wants and needs of the rich are to have more money and greedily abuse the power money gives them. The wants and needs of the poor is money, so they may have clothes, have shelter, have food, and if extremely fortunate.. transportation. The wants and needs of any superstar is to achieve gold, to recieve hall of fame status. But for this man... all the wants and needs are in home.
My wants and needs are in home. Home is the bottomless, lake of crimson fire in hell. The damned are my fuel to finally achieve these wants and needs. My wants and needs take me into hell. All along my path will be dragged into hell with me. Finally satisfying my wants and needs. Satisfying all my lusts and desires. The most heavenly place for one Freezer Burn ... is the hell which I perfected.
The name Phoenix keeps coming upon me times three. Phoenix .. Phoenix .. Phoenix. Explosion, shortly after, I shall deal with the Phoenix .. Phoenix .. Phoenix .. I shall bring three to my home. But first ..
Explosion .. a taste of what home is to me. Chaos met me as I merely went to see if I can still compete. I can. Now I push forward, and you will see a new me still the old me completely set free. I did, after all, stop taking my anti-psychotic medications.
Explosion .. properly named. Vulgar, properly named for what I do to you will be vulgar in the least and great art at its masterpiece. A touch of home, a taste of my comfort, and the blessed sounds of your screams are my lullaby.
Explosion .. EXPLOSION! Andre Jensen. I won't know you, cannot see you, you don't even know you, just don't show. Twisted reality you will see, the hell I bring to the ring with me. Ally you are not .. Andre Jensen. Just .. don't .. show. .. Only warning. All you get.
Jesper Lund .. Kraken for now. Broken .. Broken .. Explosion. Bitch you say? Bitch I say. Tap Kraken Tap .. Tap Kraken Tap .. as your hand hits the mat you submit, you quit, you forfeit as I make Kraken Tap-Kraken Tap-Kraken Tap Tap Tap.
Caleb .. Explosion .. summer's eve delight. #Hank .. #Hank .. #FireHank .. #Caleb .. #Caleb .. #KillCaleb .. stealing my win. This insult for which you pay .. Explosion .. Explosion .. propulsion of my left fist to your brain.
Phoenix .. Phoenix .. Phoenix TIMES THREE ... after Explosion .. After Explosion .. dealing with thee three. Home is coming .. home is coming .. home is hell.
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Summary-
-#FireHank
-Vulgar
-Kraken
-Caleb Ronan
-Chaos
-Andre Jensen
-Phoenix
-Phoenix
-Phoenix three
Hell is where the heart is (Downward Mental Spiral)
TAGS : None
Home.. what is it to me?
Home is not an abstract illusion, or some bastard delusion. Home is where the mind aspires to be. Home is where you feel safe.Home is where you return to time and time again and never get board, never get tired of what you see. Home .. is in the deepest bowels of hell.
Hell is my comfort. The sounds of the screams of the damned are my music. The brutality of souls is my most conciese comfort. One soul in particular is most satisfying. One soul in specific can satisfy the most depraved minds. One soul is all it takes.. to satisfy the lust of torturing all the damned.
All others until then are fuel. All until then become whipping posts. All until then become mindless cannonfodder. All in the path becomes stains of blood on my knuckles, on my boots. All along the trail are just traction to get me there quicker. All within reach are in danger ... and with conscience being twisted ... none shall be spared.
The concience is a sentient set of rules within us all. The conscience is what seperates right from wrong. Our conscience is twisted, perverted, all wrong becomes so much more right. The conscience is our guide, for moral, spiritual, and logical balance of wants and needs.
Wants and needs... of mankind are blind even to their greed. The wants and needs of the rich are to have more money and greedily abuse the power money gives them. The wants and needs of the poor is money, so they may have clothes, have shelter, have food, and if extremely fortunate.. transportation. The wants and needs of any superstar is to achieve gold, to recieve hall of fame status. But for this man... all the wants and needs are in home.
My wants and needs are in home. Home is the bottomless, lake of crimson fire in hell. The damned are my fuel to finally achieve these wants and needs. My wants and needs take me into hell. All along my path will be dragged into hell with me. Finally satisfying my wants and needs. Satisfying all my lusts and desires. The most heavenly place for one Freezer Burn ... is the hell which I perfected.
The name Phoenix keeps coming upon me times three. Phoenix .. Phoenix .. Phoenix. Explosion, shortly after, I shall deal with the Phoenix .. Phoenix .. Phoenix .. I shall bring three to my home. But first ..
Explosion .. a taste of what home is to me. Chaos met me as I merely went to see if I can still compete. I can. Now I push forward, and you will see a new me still the old me completely set free. I did, after all, stop taking my anti-psychotic medications.
Explosion .. properly named. Vulgar, properly named for what I do to you will be vulgar in the least and great art at its masterpiece. A touch of home, a taste of my comfort, and the blessed sounds of your screams are my lullaby.
Explosion .. EXPLOSION! Andre Jensen. I won't know you, cannot see you, you don't even know you, just don't show. Twisted reality you will see, the hell I bring to the ring with me. Ally you are not .. Andre Jensen. Just .. don't .. show. .. Only warning. All you get.
Jesper Lund .. Kraken for now. Broken .. Broken .. Explosion. Bitch you say? Bitch I say. Tap Kraken Tap .. Tap Kraken Tap .. as your hand hits the mat you submit, you quit, you forfeit as I make Kraken Tap-Kraken Tap-Kraken Tap Tap Tap.
Caleb .. Explosion .. summer's eve delight. #Hank .. #Hank .. #FireHank .. #Caleb .. #Caleb .. #KillCaleb .. stealing my win. This insult for which you pay .. Explosion .. Explosion .. propulsion of my left fist to your brain.
Phoenix .. Phoenix .. Phoenix TIMES THREE ... after Explosion .. After Explosion .. dealing with thee three. Home is coming .. home is coming .. home is hell.
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Summary-
-#FireHank
-Vulgar
-Kraken
-Caleb Ronan
-Chaos
-Andre Jensen
-Phoenix
-Phoenix
-Phoenix three
