Post by Jimmy Pagan on Jun 2, 2018 21:26:20 GMT -5
His apartment is dark, the dust and decay has now conquered this once vibrant and lively home. Insects crawl over the walls, as the few rays of light shine through the crudely blacked out windows. In the dark corner, where he always is, Jimmy Pagan sits in the chair, staring into the camera. His eyes illuminate in the darkness. Pagan slowly rises to his feet, as walks closer to where the camera is.
“There was a lie that we have told our children
He walks over, and lights a candle. The camera focuses on the flame for a minute, as what seems like monsters in the shadows around, fighting the flame. The flame shakes, as the camera pans out, revealing more eyes in the room, flickering with the light. Pagan begins to sneer, as flashes his fang-like teeth, and begins to speak once more.
However, every time you turn your head,
He pauses as he looks at the flame. His eyes seem to turn nearly black, as he smirks a devil’s smirk at the struggling flame.
I’m doing this a statement to your beloved
Jimmy spreads his arms out, in a Christ-like way. He tilts his head to the side, and looks into the camera.
“At Unscripted, you are going to be a sacrifice for something bigger than you
He closes his eyes, and starts to make a guttural humming noise. The shadows behind him begin to move, as his body begins to slowly move up. His feet begin to leave the ground, as a hand reaches from the shadows, and extinguishes the single flame. Everything goes black, as laughter is heard. It sounds like a legion of demons, but just as sudden as the laughter began, it stops. Everything disappears into the darkness.
“There was a lie that we have told our children
That our heroes look and breathe a certain way.
They have to be these conforming yes-men,
Who have no original thought, but what they must defend the arbitrary constructsThat bind our lives into a dark and a light.
These heroes frown upon those who see past those hallowed liesAnd they will do everything in their power to silence these people
These heathens that don’t pray to the false idols chosen by society.
They think that they are the truth, the way, and the light,
But in all honesty, these heroes are no different than devils they have accosted and vilified.
They hold onto these false beliefs, and force them upon everyone
Yet, they are willing to excuse the sins of their family membersThey are willing to excuse the sins of their friends
They are willing to excuse the sins of their lovers
Damn everyone who doesn’t believe in our liesYet the pray shallow prayers
‘Oh Lord please forget my own sins’
Not even realizing that their own hypocrisy Keeps them out of the heaven they have created for themselves”
He walks over, and lights a candle. The camera focuses on the flame for a minute, as what seems like monsters in the shadows around, fighting the flame. The flame shakes, as the camera pans out, revealing more eyes in the room, flickering with the light. Pagan begins to sneer, as flashes his fang-like teeth, and begins to speak once more.
“Tasmin, your sins have been piling up.
Your family, your idiotic boyfriend,
You try so hard to make yourself seem different
So that way people could look down on the Richards
And not see a bunch of desperate fools dedicated to their own selfish gainsHowever, every time you turn your head,
Every time you pretend like Jason Hunter isn’t like all the other ingrates
That have claimed a right that isn’t theirs,You become more and more like them.
Everything you do, builds to this idea
That your false gods are better than everyone else’s.Your heroes are the only force of good,
And everything else is a lie created by devils to watch the world burn.”
He pauses as he looks at the flame. His eyes seem to turn nearly black, as he smirks a devil’s smirk at the struggling flame.
“Tasmin, it’s not you that I’m after
It’s what you stand for
Not just the belt you hold,But the lies you perpetuate.
The Era of the Bastard is coming,The Slaughter Machine that will ignite the Revelations of West Coast Genesis
It runs on two very simple things.
BloodBlood
Blood
BloodAnd
Gold
Gold
Gold
GoldThese are two things you have an abundance of.
So I’m going to sacrifice you.I’m going to crucify you for all of West Coast Genesis to see.
I’m doing this to fuel my crusade
I’m doing this to open your eyes to the true realityI’m doing this a statement to your beloved
And I’m doing this to let Donovan Basch know that
His time on top of the mountain
His foolish little fairytaleIt comes to an end at Hype 13.”
Jimmy spreads his arms out, in a Christ-like way. He tilts his head to the side, and looks into the camera.
“At Unscripted, you are going to be a sacrifice for something bigger than you
You should be proud.”
He closes his eyes, and starts to make a guttural humming noise. The shadows behind him begin to move, as his body begins to slowly move up. His feet begin to leave the ground, as a hand reaches from the shadows, and extinguishes the single flame. Everything goes black, as laughter is heard. It sounds like a legion of demons, but just as sudden as the laughter began, it stops. Everything disappears into the darkness.
