"All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream."

For the life of me, continue to turn the door open and shut. The door that opens and shuts the face to humanity. Let it hunt you down, or let it shoot you apart. Neither way will you continue and walk down the street of sanity. Forever will you be bashed from life, from humanity and the responsibility of greatness. I quit following your indisicable movements and began to concentrate more on your followings in religion. Following that path, where everyone once turned, where everyone followed once through their long jouneys in life. But never once did they proceed into a life of greatness. Everytime they fell before they eyes of the entire world. They continued to befool themselves by walking and talking that still average life they thought they held. They thought their background would rub off, make them looks like nothing had ever happened. But the return to darkness took form. As it formed around the outer core of the DRWF, they followed it, running and fearing that internal power, that ran and twisted from right to left, forming it's core around society. Until finally it came crashing down one fatal night. One fatal night it ruined the outlook of the entire world, by crushing the face of the greats. By tearing apart the world one by one. After it vanished off the face of this earth. Send down upon the world, like an outcast. It returned inside one man, one man that couldn't understand it's benefactor, nor understand why it occured?? He only knew, that it was their, and he had to follow it.... He just had to.... It tore at his soul, and it turned his face into an emotion of wonder. It crossed the path of human right, and human wrong. But this one man's twisted mind, didn't understand or comprehend it.... He obeyed it....

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"Over the back of the mountains, the sun begins to set, and Unknown Soldier begins to fade away with it, deep in the horizon. As he continues walking down that long narrow sidewalk path. Still pondering the reasoning behind his encounter at the park. At that wonderous encounter he had just been in. He neither knew nor wanted to feel it again. He proceeds, walking at a sluggish pace. Staring at the ground... One man crosses his path, also staring at the ground, the two men collide, and are sent back a few feet. Soldier stares at the man, the man stares back, neither making any movement, neither saying any words. It is almost as if they know one another. Unknown Soldier stares deeply into the man's eyes, until finally the swelling in his own eyes, matches that of the unsuspected man walking next to him. The two collided shoulders, and nothing occured. But the man's swelling deep RED eyes stick out amongst the rest of him, it is the only thing Soldier notices about the man. As the two walk away, staring over each other's shoulders at the other. Soldier shakes his head in wonder, then opens his mouth in awe, and remembers though deep glowing red eyes. He takes off after the figure. Sprinting down the street, he turns down a dark ally, where he thought the man to walk down. He runs down until the back wall he collides with. He pounds against the wall, then curses loudly to himself.... He leans against the back of the cement wall, then slides his body down the back wall, and flows to a sitting position... He buries his hands in his face. Then grips it tightly, and pulls down, with force... Causing red marks, then he kicks his right foot violently straight forward, like a young child would throwing a tantrem...."

Unknown Soldier: I looked inside that face and saw my past. I looked upon the demon of the past, and their in front of my face, I was not able to notice it?? Why is this, have I completely lost my will, or thought?? Or is it because my time has been wasted on lower than life "gangstas". They have almost blocked my vision of the past. It's a foolish shame I can't get my hands around the neck of those bastards, and end their life once and for all, while I still have to lay here and contain myself. They tell me to hold back the rage, they tell me to hold back my feelings. Well FUCK THEM!!! I can't withold that brought forth words Drama has spoken about, in speaking towards me. He determines to make some kind of mockery of himself, while in the same sentence, happen to speak my name?? If you say I don't exist, you are wrong, you foolish bastard... You are dead wrong. I exist, inside of you. You just have no clue of it yet. I'm that tiny voice telling you turn back your faith. I'm that tiny will calling to you to live. I am that eternal love that you grow from you spirit day in and day out. I can crush you, and turn you into rubish as I please. But they tell me to wait. I understand this none, but.... under the influence of his greatness I listen... That figure, still puzzles my mind, why did it disappear, when I was so close to coming in touch with it again. I have no idea why it ran from me, why do they always run??? Is it because they fear the wrath of Sin. Or is it simply because the obstacle in front of them is beyond the risk of their own life to take a chance at?? Either way they run from me, because they never realized that the unspeakable fool they continued to make of themselves. Their proof of nature never existed in their weak minds. They never once fully appreaciated the brough forward gift I have given them. I had ignored them, for days upon countless days. But their childish minds were not satisfied with the weak and uncouraged, matching them perfect with HNIC, the continued to make statements on my behalf!!! Even those I never heard of.... Drama??? I never once heard your name, let alone spoke of it. So how are you so interested in the likes of me??? Despite how you may feel, your weakened mind could never bring itself to an answer....

The whirling pool of unexplained defiance, still crosses between me. The sense of reality, builds into rage, and explodes inside the heart of a thousand souls, calling to me and asking once again for forgiveness in their sins. Wondering how I possibly could hold the power to ignore or grant their request. Do they not realize I am not that imparticular being. I still fight the cause of Sin, but do they not realize their dealing with something greater than wrestling??? Some superstar I've become, or so they say... I've encouraged the world to cross against the rest of life, and steer down a different path. One that I have followed, one of great power and life, beyond the reaches imagined. It stirs the echoes of a million voices, pouring it's sound throughout the valley, asking in wonder for that one simple goal, that one dream that vanished from your life, and returned to the rest of the world in a desperate attempt at embarassment, and it showed in your lives, shown in the lives of a thousand, million beings across the world. That factor is beginning to show itself inside the minds and body's of the HNIC. I trusted that dream once, that dream for great conquest, and spirit enlightenment. But that was all turned away during my stay in the asylum, almost like my mind, and body took a 180 degree turn against each other. One pulling one way, while the other another... I was trapped inside a world I fully understood, but in a sense I did not... You once again question the rights of another, as soon as you enter that asylum. All these other humans have that sickened taste in their mouth. That poisoned mind, searching for that "sanity" they all wish for us to have. But we can't search inside ourselves?? Dig out that soul that he created for us, so why do they wish the impossible upon us?? It almost makes no sense.... It's almost as if they wished we were in worse shape, so they could maybe fend us off, and destroy our mortals.... But each day we continue, and move on with our lives, not realizing the true meaning behind them, and why might you ask, utter blindness??? You are blind if you don't see your foolishness HNIC... You are blind if you don't see he real eternal one Ace.... You are blind if you can't comprehend the meaning of life..... and you are exspecially blind if you don't realize the immortal power of SIN.....

"The moon begins to set on the dark city, and the world begins to quiet as Soldier pulls his body from it's sitting position, staring up in the solid sky, staring into that moon, and looking for it's despicable hate... As he searched for inside his soul, to match it with the moons glare... Then he gladly steps forward, and begins dragging himself away from the ally, and back into the open land... He stops in an instance, then turns his back and walks off down the sidewalk, his hands tucked in his pockets, his head facing the cement again, just as it had before his instance with the red eyed man... Continuing his walk, he picks up his pace a bit, then without notice, he runs again into another man, this time he grabs Soldier's shirt, and pulls him against the wall, slamming him against the brick, and pulling his eyes close to Soldier's, his glare into Soldier's eyes, reveals he is not the same man, he is in fact a man Soldier had seen before, but not the red eyed man, which angered Soldier some. But not enough for him to care what this man had to say... Even though his knife may be pointed directly at his throat...."

Man: Scared..... Are you????

"Soldier turns his head in discust at this man's opinion..."

Man: Look at me while I'm talking to you!!! You fucking freak!!! Look, you know your brother owes me a hell of alot of money, and his payments are a tad late, so I'm going to tear you apart, to get my money's worth...

"The man pulls his knife closer into Soldier's throat, but Soldier counters and grabs the blade end of the knife from the man's hands, then pulls tightens his grip and pulls the knife out of his hands... Then reverses it, pointing it back at him, hands bleeding over the end of it, and the blood drips back down to the sidewalk, as Soldier stares into his eyes.... Then grabs him by his shirt, and throws the man on the ground before he can run, closing in on him, he pulls the knife to his throat. He holds it's position over the man's throat, his blood dripping from his hands onto the mans chest and head, the small dagger shakes in his hands, the man lay on the ground sweating, and panting, staring down the end of the blade, not saying a word.... It was almost as Soldier could sense this weakness, and his arms began to shake again, as when he had his icy grip around what he thought to be Jason Tha Dynasty.... Then he pulls the knife back, and tosses it back into the ally which he came from.... then takes off running down the sidewalk, not looking back at the man laying on the ground, he comes across a fountain, pouring water out it's spouts, he sits on it's edge, huffing and weezing from his run.... He stares into the water, although ruffled from the water hitting it, he sees his reflection in it...."

Unknown Soldier: They crossed me again, the visions of that day, I saw that red eyed man, and I felt like I had taken up his stature, when I had that poor fat bastard begging for his own life... I felt almost like i could flee my body, and search once again for that young lost boy, who reached inside his fears and called out to that brutality of life, saw and witnessed the pure horror of humanity, and the deadly sorrow that rang inside his small mind. He could no longer run from his past, but press along with his future, belonging to a greater heed of man, and wondering exactly how the rest of the world, could cross his path again. But it continued, it poured it's immense heat onward for hours stretch at at time, and he continued to bathe in it's loneliness and search for that forgotten soul that he once had. But gone are the days that continue to mock society, gone are the days when the world could listen to it's own surrounding, and come within peace with it. Now bring the days of continued foolishness, anger, and hate... The continued foolishness poured out of useless words from men like Drama, Jason Tha Dynasty, or even if I hear a word from him Kurupt. The days with those comrades acting like fools for us to laugh and humor ourselves upon has brought itself to the DRWF, and it sickens me to think that these fools could still survive in an environment such as this.... How these fools can continue to live a life of stupidity and not realize it?? Not realize they are mocked by society, and mocked by the world day upon day.... Not a soul can vouge for their deaths, as they are about to occur, making it's way towards Death Warrant I can sense that urge again, and finally.... finally.... unleash that built up fury.... I have held it back upon myself, and I have held it back upon that bastard who tried to strike me with the blade.... But I will not be able to contain it, come Death Warrant.....

"Unknown Soldier pulls his hands across near his legs, then shoves his head under the water, holding it their for several seconds, then pulls it back up, hair dripping with oil and water... He stands up, and shakes his head, sending the contents of it flying in all directions.... Then he begins to walk off into the horizon, as the day fades into night. The darkness of night...."