Post by Deus on Aug 21, 2016 15:27:48 GMT
Listen, O Heavens, and I will speak,
Hear, O earth, to the words of my mouth.
Let my teaching fall like rain,
And my words descend like dew,
Like showers on new grass,
Like abundant rain on tender plants.
I will proclaim the name of the Lord
Oh, praise the greatness of Deus.
Deus is the Rock, Deus' works are perfect,
And all Deus' ways are just.
A faithful God who does no wrong,
Upright and just is Deus.
They have acted corruptly toward Deus;
To their shame they are no longer Deus’ children,
But a warped and crooked generation.
Is this the way you repay the Lord,
O, foolish and unwise people?
Is Deus not your Creator,
Who made you and formed you?
Remember the days of old;
Consider the generations long past.
Ask your father and he will tell you,
Your elders and they will explain to you.
When the Most High gave the wrestlers their inheritance,
When Deus divided all wrestler-kind,
Deus set up boundaries for the wrestlers
According to their number,
For the Lord’s portion is his federation,
PAW Deus' allotted inheritance!
In a desert land Deus found them,
In a barren and howling waste.
Deus shielded them, and cared for them;
Deus guarded them as the apple of Deus’ eye,
Like an eagle that stirs up its nest
And hovers over its young,
That spreads its wings to catch them
And carries them on its pinions.
Deus alone led them.
But PAW grew fat and kicked;
Filled with food, PAW became heavy and sleek.
They abanonded the God who made them
And rejected the Rock who carried them.
They made Deus jealous with their self-exaltation
And angered Deus with their detestable idols.
They sacrificed to demons, which are not Deus—
gods they had not known,
gods that only recently appeared,
gods your forefathers did not fear.
You deserted the rock who made you;
You forgot the God who gave you birth.
This Is Deus Speaking
I’m going to show you something.
In the beginning was the word.
And the word was Deus, and the word was with Deus.
And on the first day, Deus took the unstable scrawl that was Evolution Wrestling and set it upon Deus’ back.
And Deus carried Evolution Wrestling, and saw that it was Good.
Now there were two of them, a man and a woman, named Sam and Munin. Together they held the tattered fabric of Evolution Wrestling and watched the tears form upon the face of that fabric as a god who was no god at all destroyed what Deus had made, and carried.
Now that man, and that woman, Sam and Munin, finally saw that holding together a torn piece of poorly woven fabric was useless. So the woman’s hands clawed and scratched through the dirt and grime of a dying piece of parchment that was a wrestling federation till she tore through into the darkness that lay beneath.
That woman, Munin, fell headlong into the darkness and landed upon the back she tried so hard to destroy.
The God she'd denied in favor of BombTrax.
And there she, together with that man, Sam, gathered dirt, and grass, and trees and made a new home for those who walked upon the last dying scraps of Evolution Wrestling.
And they saw that it was good.
They forgot upon who’s back they built.
They neglected to understand upon what foundation they were living and breathing on.
They did not see who carried them through the darkness, through the deep water where none fear to tread, to the promised land you all now enjoy and call home.
Pure. Amusement. Wrestling.
You claim to be responsible for its success.
None of you built it.
I built it.
You stand upon the shoulders of a giant, and I grow tired of it.
Bad Moon Rising was just the beginning.
This is not a threat.
