Posted on 08/04/2005 7:48:06 PM PDT by thenightmarehero
Battle of the Titans
Two giants fight to the bitter end, neither giving up or backing down to defend.
How will history and art remember this battle of battles?
With all their passion they strike at each other, wielding their mighty swords into their flesh, to destroy their spirits and hurl each other into hellish depths.
No mortal can survive their mighty blows, no one can overcome their mighty voices, which render spirits assunder.
For days and days it goes on, battle upon battle, death upon death. Neither side yielding to avoid defeat. Their passion is all that keeps them going, their hatred for each other fuels their desire to succeed.
The Evil Ones madness for war is unbound, unhindered by logic and totally unsound. The Righteous One knows not who or for what reason he fights, battling on end with all of his might.
They weaken and strengthen themselves with each others pain. Few can see which one will gain.
At last the truth is revealed of the Evil Ones restraint and control. She holds back the Righteous One so that his destiny will not unfold.
At last the Righteous One will strike with wrath, on she who has oppressed him and meddled in his path.
He sings his battle hymen loud and clear, freed from his restraints as the crowd cheers.
He holds nothing back to defeat she who has denied him the throne, given to him at birth, by the living creator of old.
A thousand blows as one he strikes, rendering her spirit asunder in this fight.
She denied him his love, she denied him his life. She denied him his wisdom, she denied him his truth, she denied his people, she denied the righteous, she denied the innocent, she denied the creator. She denied all to keep herself and those who worshiped her alive, knowing full well her actions were a crime.
Now he strikes, with righteous anger unquelled, striking her down every moment he yells.
Her flesh seers, the pain is too great, his voice can be heard over all lands and lakes.
They see the image, they see it clearly, his brightness shines through, her darkness nearing.
She tries to hold him back, to restrain him once again, hoping to smash him into oblivions end.
They clash; a perfect moment to see, both angrier than ever as their eyes meet. Lightning from their swords echoes the world over, thunder from their hearts can be heard through the crowds screams.
Again and again, he strikes he strikes, not letting this battle end, not letting her fight his light.
She knows not what to do, she knows not how to win. Doom nears closer, as her flesh burns from within.
This is the last straw, this is the last game, knowing full well there is nothing left to gain.
She cannot hold on, she cannot hold him back, all these years she has prevented his attack. Now she is dying, now she is dead, her inner light fading, fills her with dread.
One more push, one more ache, to free himself of this miserable fake, of this woman who holds his good name.
He keeps on going, he keeps on fighting, not knowing when to stop, not caring about what surrounds him.
Fire upon fire, as they fight through the depths of Hell, nearing the Lake of fire that will sound Deaths bell.
Her powers fading, her rage waning, for anger without reason can no longer sustain her spirit from fading.
He holds nothing back, knowing deep inside she has wronged him throughout his life. All the lies, all the diversions, all the false hatred imposed on this virgin, can no longer deny him of what is his to claim, what has been handed down by the creator to be gained.
One last strike, one last hit, to cut her down and finish her from within. Its over for her, she sees it clearly, the day is here, she has hated so dearly.
No one will save her, no one can, for her sins have angered God and corrupted the land.
She stands on a cliff, the lake of fir below her awaits her arrival.
The Righteous One strikes twice, two blows that sever her limbs and life.
She falls to the fire, flames engulf her whole, such is the fate of all who have denied him his throne.
He knows her name, he knows who she was, the one full of wicked evil, who denied him his love.
Now he knows who he is, now he will no longer forgive. The sins of his enemies will burn them from within.
They cheer his name, for he has won, at last The Chosen One has come.
No he is living, now his people will win, his voice will burn those who sin.
They can no longer hide the truth from us anymore, God has come, and his sovereignty is restored.
They worshiped lies, they worshiped a false god, hoping that oblivion and peace would come to them at last. Now they know, the truth has come out, The Chosen One will strike them down with every shout.
Freedom restored, truth reigns supreme. God lives in us again and those who deceived us will no longer rule with malice and glee.
Let all remember the battle of the titans, for on this day civilization was freed of the lies that held us bound. Let all remember the Righteous One, for because of his suffering he overcame and won.
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Sounds like one hell of a fight, but according to the Secret Service, something simular went on like that in the Clinton bedroom almost every night. But in that case, both were evil.
You know that might all have been averted if they'd tried some simple dispute resolution tech iques instead...
Did I get in before the Zot?
"He sings his battle hymen..." Uh -- OK...
Sounds like a typical day in a California divorce court, doesn't it?
Huh?
It appears to be someone trying to sell a book of poetry. Do we zot for that?
Nightmare, all your scarmabled dam tied GI Joe hostages are belong to us.
GI Joe Hostage
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1333608/posts
dam ties
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1306708/posts
posts #13 and #14
scarmable
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1318595/posts?q=1&&page=1
The evil she seems to have more lives than a horror show monster.
If you did, so did I, cause I have yet to see a Zot...
I bought some of them online and put a strip on the back of my hat when I go walking in the woods this time of year. I catch between 10-15 deer flies each time I go out on average.
Deer flies always go for the same spot on the back of your head for some reason.
Now I no longer have these infernal insects flying circles around my head when I go walking. Instead, they are dead.
A battle hymen? This I gotta see...
Here's an updated version with corrections made, should read better now.
Battle of the Titans
Two giants fight to the bitter end, neither giving up nor backing down to defend.
How will history and art remember this battle of battles?
With all their passion they strike at each other, wielding their mighty swords into their flesh, to destroy their spirits and hurl each other into hellish depths.
No mortal can survive their mighty blows, no one can overcome their mighty voices, which render spirits asunder.
For days and days it goes on, battles upon battle, death upon death. Neither side yielding to avoid defeat. Their passion is all that keeps them going, their hatred for each other fuels their desire to succeed.
The Evil Ones madness for war is unbound, unhindered by logic and totally unsound. The Righteous One knows not who or for what reason he fights, battling on end with all of his might.
They weaken and strengthen themselves with each others pain. Few can see which one will gain.
At last the truth is revealed of the Evil Ones restraint and control. She holds back the Righteous One so that his destiny will not unfold.
At last the Righteous One will strike with wrath, on her who has oppressed him and meddled in his path.
He sings his battle song loud and clear, freed from his restraints as the crowd cheers.
He holds nothing back to defeat her who has denied him the throne, given to him at birth, by the living creator of old.
A thousand blows as one he strikes, rendering her spirit asunder in this fight.
She denied him his love, she denied him his life. She denied him his wisdom, she denied him his truth, she denied his people, she denied the righteous, she denied the innocent, she denied the creator. She denied all to keep herself and those who worshiped her alive, knowing full well her actions were a crime.
Now he strikes, with righteous anger unquelled, striking her down every moment he yells.
Her flesh seers, the pain is too great, his voice can be heard over all lands and lakes.
They see the image, they see it clearly, his brightness shines through, her darkness nearing.
She tries to hold him back, to restrain him once again, hoping to smash him into oblivions end.
They clash; a perfect moment to see, both angrier than ever as their eyes meet. Lightning from their swords echoes the world over, thunder from their hearts can be heard through the crowds screams.
Again and again, he strikes he strikes, not letting this battle end, not letting her fight his light.
She knows not what to do, she knows not how to win. Doom nears closer, as her flesh burns from within.
This is the last straw, this is the last game, knowing full well there is nothing left to gain.
She cannot hold on, she cannot hold him back, all these years she has prevented his attack. Now she is dying, now she is dead, her inner light fading, fills her with dread.
One more push, one more ache, to free himself of this miserable fake, of this woman who holds his good name.
He keeps on going, he keeps on fighting, not knowing when to stop, not caring about what surrounds him.
Fire upon fire, as they fight through the depths of Hell, nearing the Lake of fire that will sound Deaths bell.
Her powers fading, her rage waning, for anger without reason can no longer sustain her spirit from fading.
He holds nothing back, knowing deep inside she has wronged him throughout his life. All the lies, all the diversions, all the false hatred imposed on this virgin, can no longer deny him of what is his to claim, what has been handed down by the creator to be gained.
One last strike, one last hit, to cut her down and finish her from within. Its over for her, she sees it clearly, the day is here, she has hated so dearly.
No one will save her, no one can, for her sins have angered God and corrupted the land.
She stands on a cliff, the lake of fire below awaits her arrival.
The Righteous One strikes twice, two blows that sever her limbs and life.
She falls to the fire, flames engulf her whole, such is the fate of all who have denied him his throne.
He knows her name, he knows who she was, the one full of wicked evil, who denied him his love.
Now he knows who he is, now he will no longer forgive. The sins of his enemies will burn them from within.
They cheer his name, for he has won, at last The Chosen One has come.
No he is living, now his people will win, his voice will burn those who sin.
They can no longer hide the truth from us anymore, God has come, and his sovereignty is restored.
They worshiped lies, they worshiped a false god, hoping that oblivion and peace would come to them at last. Now they know, the truth has come out, The Chosen One will strike them down with every shout.
Freedom restored, truth reigns supreme. God lives in us again and those who deceived us will no longer rule with malice and glee.
Let all remember the battle of the titans, for on this day civilization was freed of the lies that held us bound. Let all remember the Righteous One, for because of his suffering he overcame and won.
All righty then!
I. At the Tobes of Hades
The Tobes of Hades
Lit by flickering torchlight
The netherworld is gathered in the glare
Prince By-tor takes the cavern
To the north light
The Sign of Eth is rising in the air
By-tor, knight of darkness,
Centurion of evil
Devils prince
Ii. Across the Styx
Across the river Styx
Out of the lamplight
His nemesis is waiting at the gate
The Nnow Dog, ermine glowing
In the damp night
Coal-black eyes shimmering with hate
By-tor and the Snow Dog
Square for battle
Let the Fray begin
Iv. Epilogue
The battles over
And the dust is clearing
Disciples of the Snow Dog sound the knell
Rejoicing echoes
As the dawn is nearing
By-tor in defeat
Retreats to hell
Snow dog is victorious
The land of the overworld
Is saved again
Styx had some good songs.
So did Three Dog Night.
But By-Tor and the Snow Dog
is Rush, off this one.
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