Post by EmbodimentOfFear on May 31, 2014 12:22:25 GMT -5
May 30
It probably shouldn’t bring me this much glee.
Only mere months ago, I allowed for Travis Roberts to consume me, and I nearly lost myself in that obsession. His indifference rattled me to my core. My shortcoming taxed my soul. He continued on in blissful ignorance while I tortured myself night after night. He enjoyed the spoils of victory while I failed in spite of being the better man. Yet now I see Roberts falling into darkness, and it is all that I can bring myself to do to think, you deserve this.
As once upon a time, there was a savior that was denied thrice over, this modern Blessed One shall fall nine times into the depths.
Even his righteous intentions have been misled down a ignorant path, without having embraced the proper portal of faith and intent, Roberts has lost all hope for something greater. His new allies have led him into limbo.
He has allowed himself to be distracted by carnal malefactors, it comes as no surprise that his pursuit of a personal relationship outside of the ring has paralleled the onset of his ineffectiveness within it.
The surrender to sin which began with mutual indulgence leads by an imperceptible degradation to solitary self-indulgence. Roberts is already beginning to see that his new alliance has come at the sacrifice of his own well-being. Hastings has taken the gold. Dirge has taken the power. Wallace has found renewed significance. Roberts has let all of this pass him by. His ego will not tolerate it for long.
The fortune that raises us to greatness will later plunge us into poverty. The Headliner needs what the others have. He knows it to be his by right. He wants it. He will take it.
So it will be at his hand that the group will be withdrawn into a black sulkiness which can find no joy in man or the universe. He will strike against his allies, seize from them what over time they have taken from him. He will exact his vengeance.
The portal to the future will be shut. Where once there was a single clear voice, one of the four now sings a different tune. Roberts becomes a force that moves against the waves. They will recognize him as a traitor, denounce him as a liar.
The violence is inevitable, the descent soaked in blood. All will suffer.
It will be with supreme irony that the greater evil rebukes the betrayal of the man he saw as his leading co-conspirator. All that they had achieved together is now marked as fraudulent, brought into question, as a tragedy that began with the sale of a relationship continued into the sale of an entire power structure, now their very selves are corrupted, every affirmation has become perjury, and every identity a lie. Every aspect of social interaction has been progressively destroyed.
Perceived fraudulence becomes a fully developed treachery. The descent is complete, an inferno of the Blessed One’s own making, and all because of a simple truth.
His role was filled by another.
I see it all coming together. This faction is fractured, and they do not even know it yet. Their collapse is so very close, and all it will taken is one, gentle push.
Travis Roberts will destroy the Puppet Masters.
It will be my doing.
It probably shouldn’t bring me this much glee.
Only mere months ago, I allowed for Travis Roberts to consume me, and I nearly lost myself in that obsession. His indifference rattled me to my core. My shortcoming taxed my soul. He continued on in blissful ignorance while I tortured myself night after night. He enjoyed the spoils of victory while I failed in spite of being the better man. Yet now I see Roberts falling into darkness, and it is all that I can bring myself to do to think, you deserve this.
As once upon a time, there was a savior that was denied thrice over, this modern Blessed One shall fall nine times into the depths.
Even his righteous intentions have been misled down a ignorant path, without having embraced the proper portal of faith and intent, Roberts has lost all hope for something greater. His new allies have led him into limbo.
He has allowed himself to be distracted by carnal malefactors, it comes as no surprise that his pursuit of a personal relationship outside of the ring has paralleled the onset of his ineffectiveness within it.
The surrender to sin which began with mutual indulgence leads by an imperceptible degradation to solitary self-indulgence. Roberts is already beginning to see that his new alliance has come at the sacrifice of his own well-being. Hastings has taken the gold. Dirge has taken the power. Wallace has found renewed significance. Roberts has let all of this pass him by. His ego will not tolerate it for long.
The fortune that raises us to greatness will later plunge us into poverty. The Headliner needs what the others have. He knows it to be his by right. He wants it. He will take it.
So it will be at his hand that the group will be withdrawn into a black sulkiness which can find no joy in man or the universe. He will strike against his allies, seize from them what over time they have taken from him. He will exact his vengeance.
The portal to the future will be shut. Where once there was a single clear voice, one of the four now sings a different tune. Roberts becomes a force that moves against the waves. They will recognize him as a traitor, denounce him as a liar.
The violence is inevitable, the descent soaked in blood. All will suffer.
It will be with supreme irony that the greater evil rebukes the betrayal of the man he saw as his leading co-conspirator. All that they had achieved together is now marked as fraudulent, brought into question, as a tragedy that began with the sale of a relationship continued into the sale of an entire power structure, now their very selves are corrupted, every affirmation has become perjury, and every identity a lie. Every aspect of social interaction has been progressively destroyed.
Perceived fraudulence becomes a fully developed treachery. The descent is complete, an inferno of the Blessed One’s own making, and all because of a simple truth.
His role was filled by another.
I see it all coming together. This faction is fractured, and they do not even know it yet. Their collapse is so very close, and all it will taken is one, gentle push.
Travis Roberts will destroy the Puppet Masters.
It will be my doing.
