Post by twilight on Sept 16, 2020 14:00:53 GMT -5
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
What is lost can never be saved. I wonder.
Twilight is sitting in a large black chair in front of a TV. He’s been playing Halo since late last night and has not yet gone to sleep. Sleep is afterall quite overrated. Who needs sleep? Right?
I dont really want to tell you a story about a past life. What would be the point? None of you listen, none of you understand the lessons I am trying to bestow upon any of you. So why go on? Instead I will tell you a tale of someone else. Someone I met in Jeville.
His name was Jonas. Jonas was born in 1391. Jonas had been a monk in Spain. He was the one of the main forces behind the persecution of the jewish people back then. So many people living and hating and hurting others. It was like the nazis in World War 2. But worse, this was led by a monk a man of god. He knew better, but he didnt care and when he finally died he came here. Not to heaven, not to hell, but to Jeville.
Jonas paid a high price for his morals, for his persecution, for his hatred. Jonas was a prize in Jeville, those monsters in the mist were waiting for him to let his guard down. Oh how they salivated over him. But Jonas lived off others. Others would risk their lives to get him a few vegetables, maybe a squirrel or two. He no longer lived, he just survived. But Jonas was stubborn as ever. Never admitted that what he did, what he has created was wrong. In his mind he was right and no one and nothing would change his mind.
One day hiding in his little hovel, he heard sounds near by. A young woman was digging a ditch, trying to create her own hovel. She dropped a few potatoes and Jonas always being hungry made a dash for the potatoes but he was quickly surrounded by the monsters, they had him now, there was no escape. But the young woman began to throw rocks the beasts, it gave Jonas a split second to run into his hovel and safety. The woman was gouged and bitten she crawled into her hole and stayed there till the monsters left. She lay there bleeding for hours, she did not know if she would make it to the next day she had been badly injured.
Jonas of course had kept the potatoes and yelled at the girl telling her thank you for having saved him. She did not reply. He asked her name, she replied “Eliana”.
Jonas heart sunk, that was a jewish name. He replied “you are Jewish?”
She replied yes.
Jonas sat stunned for a moment. He asked why would you save me?
She replied. All life is precious, even for those of us who are damned.
Jonas said I would not have done the same for you.
She reponds with “then that is why you are here. How can you love God and life itself if you have nno respect for lives of others?”
He sat there and cried. How long he had hated Jewish people only to be saved by one. Jonas made a dash for the young woman and carried her to his hovel. Where he took care of her. All the while his hear sank with shame over what he had done to her people. And for a skinny woman to save his miserable life. It all came crashing down on him. How he had been such a horrible pitiful excuse for a man. That shame stayed with him till his final day, always unable to make amends for what he had done.
And so I bring us to the here and now. And to Jay Impact. Jay I want to tell you this, you are going to be a special guest ref in the main event, a match deciding our World champion. It would be easy for you to stick yourself in that match and make it a very messy event. But I would warn you not to. Do your job, and only your job. Let the chips fall where they may. Do not be like Jonas, do not let your ego get the best of you, do not change the order of things.
Trust me, God has a plan, even if its not a good one. Things will be made right for each of us, in this life or the next. Concentrate on me Jay and let the world title match play out as it should.
Fade to light
Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved
What is lost can never be saved. I wonder.
Twilight is sitting in a large black chair in front of a TV. He’s been playing Halo since late last night and has not yet gone to sleep. Sleep is afterall quite overrated. Who needs sleep? Right?
I dont really want to tell you a story about a past life. What would be the point? None of you listen, none of you understand the lessons I am trying to bestow upon any of you. So why go on? Instead I will tell you a tale of someone else. Someone I met in Jeville.
His name was Jonas. Jonas was born in 1391. Jonas had been a monk in Spain. He was the one of the main forces behind the persecution of the jewish people back then. So many people living and hating and hurting others. It was like the nazis in World War 2. But worse, this was led by a monk a man of god. He knew better, but he didnt care and when he finally died he came here. Not to heaven, not to hell, but to Jeville.
Jonas paid a high price for his morals, for his persecution, for his hatred. Jonas was a prize in Jeville, those monsters in the mist were waiting for him to let his guard down. Oh how they salivated over him. But Jonas lived off others. Others would risk their lives to get him a few vegetables, maybe a squirrel or two. He no longer lived, he just survived. But Jonas was stubborn as ever. Never admitted that what he did, what he has created was wrong. In his mind he was right and no one and nothing would change his mind.
One day hiding in his little hovel, he heard sounds near by. A young woman was digging a ditch, trying to create her own hovel. She dropped a few potatoes and Jonas always being hungry made a dash for the potatoes but he was quickly surrounded by the monsters, they had him now, there was no escape. But the young woman began to throw rocks the beasts, it gave Jonas a split second to run into his hovel and safety. The woman was gouged and bitten she crawled into her hole and stayed there till the monsters left. She lay there bleeding for hours, she did not know if she would make it to the next day she had been badly injured.
Jonas of course had kept the potatoes and yelled at the girl telling her thank you for having saved him. She did not reply. He asked her name, she replied “Eliana”.
Jonas heart sunk, that was a jewish name. He replied “you are Jewish?”
She replied yes.
Jonas sat stunned for a moment. He asked why would you save me?
She replied. All life is precious, even for those of us who are damned.
Jonas said I would not have done the same for you.
She reponds with “then that is why you are here. How can you love God and life itself if you have nno respect for lives of others?”
He sat there and cried. How long he had hated Jewish people only to be saved by one. Jonas made a dash for the young woman and carried her to his hovel. Where he took care of her. All the while his hear sank with shame over what he had done to her people. And for a skinny woman to save his miserable life. It all came crashing down on him. How he had been such a horrible pitiful excuse for a man. That shame stayed with him till his final day, always unable to make amends for what he had done.
And so I bring us to the here and now. And to Jay Impact. Jay I want to tell you this, you are going to be a special guest ref in the main event, a match deciding our World champion. It would be easy for you to stick yourself in that match and make it a very messy event. But I would warn you not to. Do your job, and only your job. Let the chips fall where they may. Do not be like Jonas, do not let your ego get the best of you, do not change the order of things.
Trust me, God has a plan, even if its not a good one. Things will be made right for each of us, in this life or the next. Concentrate on me Jay and let the world title match play out as it should.
Fade to light
