Post by zombie on Nov 22, 2018 23:57:39 GMT -5
For all the evil deeds I have done in the past
Tokyo Zombie sits in prayer over a large hill overlooking a town. It is the dead of night and he shivers in the cold as he is only wearing a thin kimono with one arm out of its sleeve. He has large prayer beads on his neck. His white eyes scan the area before him.
“Such a simple meadow can hold so much importance if we set our minds to it. We set out on our lives wanting to become greater than we are, and many of us acknowledge the challenges ahead. There are those of us that state that we will do whatever it takes to reach the top. Whatever it takes. This is a path to success that we see repeated many time, but it also is a path to ruin.”
Created by my body, mouth, and mind
The shot zooms out, and we see many Demon Brigade and Zombie initiates kneeling in front of him. They are all topless, and beat their backs lightly but repeatedly with lashes studded with diamond shaped beads.
“We take solace in the fact that if we succeed, that the means are justified. This is a great way to get lost on the path by only looking at the rewards. We never look back at the destruction we leave in our wake. If one merely takes the time to meditate, and reflect on their actions, then we may move forward in such a way that promises to yield satisfactory results without a stain on our spiritual selves.
“I have done this very thing when I saw our actions in the Three Kingsdoms tour. I can see our successes and our failures as if I were in a cloud looking down at the path of a tornado. I can only conclude that we were only victims to our own hubris. We were tested, and we were matched. I could not advance, but I did not move back. There is only one thing to do when one remains stagnant.”
From beginningless greed, anger, and delusion
The shot focuses on the grass, and it becomes wet with the blood and sweat of the would be penitents as their skin gives way to bruises, and the bruises give way to blood. The initiates enter a trance like state similar the one Tokyo Zombie finds himself in through sheer will.
“This is our reflection. This is our answer to the ways of nature and battle. Now I set upon the Sword Of Lite Grand Prix with one goal in mind. That is to simply be. We had something to protect. We were found wanting and we were punished for it. No longer tag champions, and a match for anyone that dared test us. Lord Zenki showed us the way to victory on his own. Now it is up to me to once again take our credo to the forefront of Max Japan. I take it upon myself to be that constant force that dominates Max Japan once again. Humbly and without any doubt. Now I have no desire in me. Now I do not covet, or wane in my methods. I accept my failures and I take the so-called sins of my comrade onto me. I repent.
I now know shame and repent of them all.
The shot pans to his back that is filled with large welts and cuts just like the people on the grass.
“I am no perfect man. I am simply a fighting monk showing others better ways to live in this world. In this Sword of Lite I will be that beacon of Light that shines their way. In doing so success will come to me or I will perish trying. All I know is that I will be unyielding. There are new competitors to introduce myself to. There are new audiences to influence. I will represent the Demon Brigade in showing why we are needed. Pain is only temporary, and so is shame. The will to just be is strong. They will not move this rock in the center of Max Japan just yet because it has a lot more spirit than they do. I am the anchor that holds Max Japan down, and I will be this for eternity.”
Tokyo Zombie sits in prayer over a large hill overlooking a town. It is the dead of night and he shivers in the cold as he is only wearing a thin kimono with one arm out of its sleeve. He has large prayer beads on his neck. His white eyes scan the area before him.
“Such a simple meadow can hold so much importance if we set our minds to it. We set out on our lives wanting to become greater than we are, and many of us acknowledge the challenges ahead. There are those of us that state that we will do whatever it takes to reach the top. Whatever it takes. This is a path to success that we see repeated many time, but it also is a path to ruin.”
Created by my body, mouth, and mind
The shot zooms out, and we see many Demon Brigade and Zombie initiates kneeling in front of him. They are all topless, and beat their backs lightly but repeatedly with lashes studded with diamond shaped beads.
“We take solace in the fact that if we succeed, that the means are justified. This is a great way to get lost on the path by only looking at the rewards. We never look back at the destruction we leave in our wake. If one merely takes the time to meditate, and reflect on their actions, then we may move forward in such a way that promises to yield satisfactory results without a stain on our spiritual selves.
“I have done this very thing when I saw our actions in the Three Kingsdoms tour. I can see our successes and our failures as if I were in a cloud looking down at the path of a tornado. I can only conclude that we were only victims to our own hubris. We were tested, and we were matched. I could not advance, but I did not move back. There is only one thing to do when one remains stagnant.”
From beginningless greed, anger, and delusion
The shot focuses on the grass, and it becomes wet with the blood and sweat of the would be penitents as their skin gives way to bruises, and the bruises give way to blood. The initiates enter a trance like state similar the one Tokyo Zombie finds himself in through sheer will.
“This is our reflection. This is our answer to the ways of nature and battle. Now I set upon the Sword Of Lite Grand Prix with one goal in mind. That is to simply be. We had something to protect. We were found wanting and we were punished for it. No longer tag champions, and a match for anyone that dared test us. Lord Zenki showed us the way to victory on his own. Now it is up to me to once again take our credo to the forefront of Max Japan. I take it upon myself to be that constant force that dominates Max Japan once again. Humbly and without any doubt. Now I have no desire in me. Now I do not covet, or wane in my methods. I accept my failures and I take the so-called sins of my comrade onto me. I repent.
I now know shame and repent of them all.
The shot pans to his back that is filled with large welts and cuts just like the people on the grass.
“I am no perfect man. I am simply a fighting monk showing others better ways to live in this world. In this Sword of Lite I will be that beacon of Light that shines their way. In doing so success will come to me or I will perish trying. All I know is that I will be unyielding. There are new competitors to introduce myself to. There are new audiences to influence. I will represent the Demon Brigade in showing why we are needed. Pain is only temporary, and so is shame. The will to just be is strong. They will not move this rock in the center of Max Japan just yet because it has a lot more spirit than they do. I am the anchor that holds Max Japan down, and I will be this for eternity.”