Cain and Abel.

He worships success and money and prostrates himself before power...I worship none but liberty and I bow to no man. Everything he touches turns to silver and gold, and still he looks at me...alive and free...with envy and jealousy...like cain and abel. From two different worlds, coexisting on the same plane of existence...fallen angels...beings of shadows and light...lost children...searching for our home. Walk with me my brother...the garden awaits.

Beware of the Shephard.

I feel like i've somehow broke thru to the other side...crashing thru a brick wall and realized that it was just an illusion...it exists only in the minds of the legions..to break thru to the other side is to destroy the illusion...there is a time to create and a time to destroy...the temple is torn down only to be rebuilt again from the ruins...The slaves crave the direction of the shephard...they are blind sheep...fattened lambs led to the slaughter...drained of their blood that is spilled on the horns of the alter and their quarters divided among the priests...Evil shephards always call out "Beware, there is a lion in the path!" They use fear and manipulation to capture, imprison, and enslave my people.

A gurilla's farewell.

Your name will echo to the heavens on the wings of my last breath...may freedom ring forever in your ears...May the sun shine on your shoulders and the love light in your eyes always be there to dry away your tears.