Post by Reverend Shadow on Feb 12, 2006 17:07:24 GMT -5
Matthew 23:13-33
13But woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye shut up the kingdom of heaven against men: for ye neither go in yourselves, neither suffer ye them that are entering to go in.
14Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye devour widows' houses, and for a pretence make long prayer: therefore ye shall receive the greater damnation.
15Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye compass sea and land to make one proselyte, and when he is made, ye make him twofold more the child of hell than yourselves.
16Woe unto you, ye blind guides, which say, Whosoever shall swear by the temple, it is nothing; but whosoever shall swear by the gold of the temple, he is a debtor!
17Ye fools and blind: for whether is greater, the gold, or the temple that sanctifieth the gold?
18And, Whosoever shall swear by the altar, it is nothing; but whosoever sweareth by the gift that is upon it, he is guilty.
19Ye fools and blind: for whether is greater, the gift, or the altar that sanctifieth the gift?
20Whoso therefore shall swear by the altar, sweareth by it, and by all things thereon.
21And whoso shall swear by the temple, sweareth by it, and by him that dwelleth therein.
22And he that shall swear by heaven, sweareth by the throne of God, and by him that sitteth thereon.
23Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye pay tithe of mint and anise and cummin, and have omitted the weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy, and faith: these ought ye to have done, and not to leave the other undone.
24Ye blind guides, which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel.
25Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye make clean the outside of the cup and of the platter, but within they are full of extortion and excess.
26Thou blind Pharisee, cleanse first that which is within the cup and platter, that the outside of them may be clean also.
27Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones, and of all uncleanness.
28Even so ye also outwardly appear righteous unto men, but within ye are full of hypocrisy and iniquity.
29Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! because ye build the tombs of the prophets, and garnish the sepulchres of the righteous,
30And say, If we had been in the days of our fathers, we would not have been partakers with them in the blood of the prophets.
31Wherefore ye be witnesses unto yourselves, that ye are the children of them which killed the prophets.
32Fill ye up then the measure of your fathers.
33Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can ye escape the damnation of hell?
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The walls fall in upon the small room inside a mind so desolate and insatiably lost in memories that do not truly exist. Where is he and will he find his way out and can he with hold the temperament he needs to smite his foe and leave still a champion. The room is silent and the wall perspirate, as drops of water trickle down into the unlit cell he sits in. He stands up and strikes the bag in front of him with such momentum that you can feel his distrought surge through each and every fiber of it. Every fist sent sweat from his body flying to the walls of the room and stoping the perspiration at some points. He threw his arms again and again, quicker and quicker, his rage built up and now being flung at this mere inatimate objects that hangs in front of him. He started to speak as his last shot flowed out onto the surface of the bag and he then grasp it, his energy of rage almost depleted.
Reverend: I can't remember no matter what I do, my memories are merely shards of their former state....Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! Why can't I remember, why can't I just bring forth those which elude me so. This is ridiculous a man of God a descent God fearing man finds himself helpless in his own deceitful mind, why can't I just bring it forth to me as anyone could in my position. It is probably the key to my true power the key to my true existence but yet the lock doesnt exist upon the door and when knocked upon the room sounds so hollow. This has to wait though....this true power will surely have to be earned and thats why I find it not. You are testing me again aren't you, giving me tips and hints to feed my ever growing hunger for knowledge but you keep me in the dark still and shine only the smallest light upon me to find my way out.
He let go the bag that now was drenched with the scent and sweat of his body. It swung back and forth a bit as he shifted around as to find his towel to wipe the sweat beads from his face and forehead. He finally latched onto it and layed it upon his face and gently wiping every drop from his perspiring face. He let go the towel and it clashed with the floor and sent drops of salty water into the air before hitting their final resting place on the soft absorbancy of the towel once again.
Reverend: I cannot worry of my past, my mission invades my thoughts constantly, I must hold on to my sanity, must not let this consume me even though it is so tempting. I must think upon my current defense against Morbid Angel, what a desecration if their were any, his insatiable need and hunger for despair and destruction can only be fed by beating such poor souls in the ring. His most hypocritical name begs my wonder of what truly lies beneath the surface of his rough and corrupted exterior and his will to taint all he comes in contact with. Morbid, a sign of dementia and then to lay upon the right side of it, Angel, not even he can claim such a title without knowing of something more. A fallen Angel, a lamb of God gone astray, he knows more then he lets on, he wants to look as if he hates all but inside his love was once unconditional. He was tested, yes he was tested by God and he feared it so he run off, scared and alone he embraced a darker matter as in hopes of diluting his inner being. I must bring it forth again, that is his weakness, its my way into his head. I must fight him on both levels, I must get into his mind as cold and demented as it may be the heart of the beast was once pure. He will fall by hands and I will release him of the darkness that has now envelope him no matter how long it may take. I will free you Angel, I will free the Angel inside you from that Morbid exterior that keeps you locked to this world and keeps you incapable of understanding the next.
The Reverend begins to lock on with his mind this time to the back and throw punches that are precise and hit the target direct in vital spots. Each throw he invisions Morbid Angel being released into a world of Holiness and Godliness. He knows that this could hold another key to his destiny and what God has in store for him in his future and even if in the end he doesnt get through to Morbid he will surely do his damnedest to. The Scene Fades Out.......
ooc: ok I know this isnt my best work but ehh... I truly did enjoy this rp and thought it came of quite well....it was to let you into his head of his current happenings and what inner demons hes dealing with and then him putting them off to face an almost demonesque character in real life.....take it or leave it...I like it because I tried to in a few lines let it become almost poetic when the Rev. spoke...not to much because I had to keep a solid basis for the rp but a few lines here and there....
Rev.
13But woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye shut up the kingdom of heaven against men: for ye neither go in yourselves, neither suffer ye them that are entering to go in.
14Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye devour widows' houses, and for a pretence make long prayer: therefore ye shall receive the greater damnation.
15Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye compass sea and land to make one proselyte, and when he is made, ye make him twofold more the child of hell than yourselves.
16Woe unto you, ye blind guides, which say, Whosoever shall swear by the temple, it is nothing; but whosoever shall swear by the gold of the temple, he is a debtor!
17Ye fools and blind: for whether is greater, the gold, or the temple that sanctifieth the gold?
18And, Whosoever shall swear by the altar, it is nothing; but whosoever sweareth by the gift that is upon it, he is guilty.
19Ye fools and blind: for whether is greater, the gift, or the altar that sanctifieth the gift?
20Whoso therefore shall swear by the altar, sweareth by it, and by all things thereon.
21And whoso shall swear by the temple, sweareth by it, and by him that dwelleth therein.
22And he that shall swear by heaven, sweareth by the throne of God, and by him that sitteth thereon.
23Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye pay tithe of mint and anise and cummin, and have omitted the weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy, and faith: these ought ye to have done, and not to leave the other undone.
24Ye blind guides, which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel.
25Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye make clean the outside of the cup and of the platter, but within they are full of extortion and excess.
26Thou blind Pharisee, cleanse first that which is within the cup and platter, that the outside of them may be clean also.
27Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones, and of all uncleanness.
28Even so ye also outwardly appear righteous unto men, but within ye are full of hypocrisy and iniquity.
29Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! because ye build the tombs of the prophets, and garnish the sepulchres of the righteous,
30And say, If we had been in the days of our fathers, we would not have been partakers with them in the blood of the prophets.
31Wherefore ye be witnesses unto yourselves, that ye are the children of them which killed the prophets.
32Fill ye up then the measure of your fathers.
33Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can ye escape the damnation of hell?
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((*)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
The walls fall in upon the small room inside a mind so desolate and insatiably lost in memories that do not truly exist. Where is he and will he find his way out and can he with hold the temperament he needs to smite his foe and leave still a champion. The room is silent and the wall perspirate, as drops of water trickle down into the unlit cell he sits in. He stands up and strikes the bag in front of him with such momentum that you can feel his distrought surge through each and every fiber of it. Every fist sent sweat from his body flying to the walls of the room and stoping the perspiration at some points. He threw his arms again and again, quicker and quicker, his rage built up and now being flung at this mere inatimate objects that hangs in front of him. He started to speak as his last shot flowed out onto the surface of the bag and he then grasp it, his energy of rage almost depleted.
Reverend: I can't remember no matter what I do, my memories are merely shards of their former state....Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! Why can't I remember, why can't I just bring forth those which elude me so. This is ridiculous a man of God a descent God fearing man finds himself helpless in his own deceitful mind, why can't I just bring it forth to me as anyone could in my position. It is probably the key to my true power the key to my true existence but yet the lock doesnt exist upon the door and when knocked upon the room sounds so hollow. This has to wait though....this true power will surely have to be earned and thats why I find it not. You are testing me again aren't you, giving me tips and hints to feed my ever growing hunger for knowledge but you keep me in the dark still and shine only the smallest light upon me to find my way out.
He let go the bag that now was drenched with the scent and sweat of his body. It swung back and forth a bit as he shifted around as to find his towel to wipe the sweat beads from his face and forehead. He finally latched onto it and layed it upon his face and gently wiping every drop from his perspiring face. He let go the towel and it clashed with the floor and sent drops of salty water into the air before hitting their final resting place on the soft absorbancy of the towel once again.
Reverend: I cannot worry of my past, my mission invades my thoughts constantly, I must hold on to my sanity, must not let this consume me even though it is so tempting. I must think upon my current defense against Morbid Angel, what a desecration if their were any, his insatiable need and hunger for despair and destruction can only be fed by beating such poor souls in the ring. His most hypocritical name begs my wonder of what truly lies beneath the surface of his rough and corrupted exterior and his will to taint all he comes in contact with. Morbid, a sign of dementia and then to lay upon the right side of it, Angel, not even he can claim such a title without knowing of something more. A fallen Angel, a lamb of God gone astray, he knows more then he lets on, he wants to look as if he hates all but inside his love was once unconditional. He was tested, yes he was tested by God and he feared it so he run off, scared and alone he embraced a darker matter as in hopes of diluting his inner being. I must bring it forth again, that is his weakness, its my way into his head. I must fight him on both levels, I must get into his mind as cold and demented as it may be the heart of the beast was once pure. He will fall by hands and I will release him of the darkness that has now envelope him no matter how long it may take. I will free you Angel, I will free the Angel inside you from that Morbid exterior that keeps you locked to this world and keeps you incapable of understanding the next.
The Reverend begins to lock on with his mind this time to the back and throw punches that are precise and hit the target direct in vital spots. Each throw he invisions Morbid Angel being released into a world of Holiness and Godliness. He knows that this could hold another key to his destiny and what God has in store for him in his future and even if in the end he doesnt get through to Morbid he will surely do his damnedest to. The Scene Fades Out.......
ooc: ok I know this isnt my best work but ehh... I truly did enjoy this rp and thought it came of quite well....it was to let you into his head of his current happenings and what inner demons hes dealing with and then him putting them off to face an almost demonesque character in real life.....take it or leave it...I like it because I tried to in a few lines let it become almost poetic when the Rev. spoke...not to much because I had to keep a solid basis for the rp but a few lines here and there....
Rev.
