Post by Revvie® on May 1, 2008 15:51:51 GMT -5
Storyline: God Complex
Chapter: Forever Faithless
Part: 3 of 4
Role-play: Book of a Lost Prophet
Chapter: Forever Faithless
Part: 3 of 4
Role-play: Book of a Lost Prophet
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Chapter 2 Verse 10
And among the shattered and dead there was a lie.
Illness was a shadow and Truth was imagined.
He came from deep within and let out a cry,
to the heavens his voice swept the sickness.
Verse 11
Prayers were promises and kept they would be.
This savior wore a shroud of mystery.
Claims of his miracles would sweep the land,
and so they came in masses and he cured.
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“This is our time, our truth, our salvation from those who oppress us all!” Reverends voice echoed the alley. He stood firm and with a voice of a God he penetrated every ear with his ideas and his hopes and of course with his promises of peace and unity. “Trust in the name of who speaks to you and you will be relieved of your degradation and poverty will no longer be your ailment.” He spoke with conviction and confidence and the mass reacted accordingly, they drew close together and pushed to merely touch of the feet of the man before them. His words were truth as they saw it and there would be no man to come in the way of it.
Reverend finished his wisdom induced sermon before stepping down from the dumpster he had found himself on. These were now his people, part of his promise, and he promised the deconstruction of all that held them down. He promised to bring them their dues, he promised a Holocaust.
Chapter 2 Verse 10
And among the shattered and dead there was a lie.
Illness was a shadow and Truth was imagined.
He came from deep within and let out a cry,
to the heavens his voice swept the sickness.
Verse 11
Prayers were promises and kept they would be.
This savior wore a shroud of mystery.
Claims of his miracles would sweep the land,
and so they came in masses and he cured.
::::::::{A}{V}{A}{T}{A}{R}::::::::
“This is our time, our truth, our salvation from those who oppress us all!” Reverends voice echoed the alley. He stood firm and with a voice of a God he penetrated every ear with his ideas and his hopes and of course with his promises of peace and unity. “Trust in the name of who speaks to you and you will be relieved of your degradation and poverty will no longer be your ailment.” He spoke with conviction and confidence and the mass reacted accordingly, they drew close together and pushed to merely touch of the feet of the man before them. His words were truth as they saw it and there would be no man to come in the way of it.
Reverend finished his wisdom induced sermon before stepping down from the dumpster he had found himself on. These were now his people, part of his promise, and he promised the deconstruction of all that held them down. He promised to bring them their dues, he promised a Holocaust.
ooc: To be honest when I first started this rp, I had a direction i was looking at going. Upon reading over it, I didnt like it and waited while till I felt more involved and thought I might redo it. When I brough it up and reread it I found that there was no where I could go with it but it serves a purpose(though a small and subtle one). It brings yet another piece of a puzzle I'm weaving and an answer to questions for those who have been reading my last couple rps. So despite its short content and little purpose, it served a purpose to be as a valuable part of my character build toward my return...so yea..thats all
Revvie ;D
