Post by LIZ on Dec 2, 2011 18:18:07 GMT -4
A MAN IS BUT THE PRODUCT OF HIS THOUGHTS WHAT HE THINKS HE BECOMES
THOU SHALL BE JUDGED NOT BY THEE ACTS BUT BY THOU INTENTIONS
just a whisper i hear it in my ghost
A PALE HORSE WITH THINE RIDER OF DEATH AND HADES FOLLOWING CLOSE BEHIND
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THERE ONCE WAS A MAN -- OR SO HE LIKENED TO CALL HIMSELF. THIS PERSONS NAME WAS DOUGLAS CRAWFORD AND HE WORKED FOR THE U.S. MILITARY. A MAN BY WHICH WAS DEDICATED TO HIS WORK -- WITH DISREGARD FOR THE FAMILY THAT AWAITED HIS RETURN AT THE DINNER TABLE EACH NIGHT. HIS BREAD AND BUTTER WOULD SOON STOP COMING -- FOR HIS BETTER HALF HAD FALLEN ILL. THIS ALLOWED THE MAN TO CONTINUE HIS LIAISONS AND AFFAIRS WITH OTHER WOMEN AND HIS TRUE MARRIAGE -- WORK. THE MANS FASCINATION WITH HIS OBJECTIVE OPERATIONS WOULD SOON BECOME AN OBSESSION, IF NOT ALREADY. HE COULD NOT STOP HIMSELF AND IT ULTIMATELY LED TO HIS DEMISE. HE LEFT BEHIND A LEGACY OF MONUMENTAL PROPORTIONS. ONE THAT WOULD PLACE A PLAGUE UPON HIS FAMILY -- AND THE WORLD. THE REMNANTS REMAIN AND TRY TO PIECE EVERYTHING BACK TOGETHER. TO THE GOVERNMENT HE WAS A SUCCESS -- TO THOSE LEFT BEHIND HE WAS A FAILURE. I AM THE ELDEST SON OF WORLDS DESTROYER...I AM ALEX CRAWFORD
THE BEGINNING OF THE END
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