Post by Zory Blair on Nov 30, 2007 9:30:29 GMT -5
Power Within
In the middle of a gunfight
In the centre of a restaurant
They said, "Come with your arms raised high!"
Upon a planet where all that exists anymore is crime, destruction and death, there is no place within legend or reality that is considered more dangerous or life-threatening then the City of Crimson Trails. Found decades ago in crumbling ruins, Crimson Trails was completely rebuilt; now, surrounded entirely by a 100 foot, smooth granite wall, Crimson Trails is used as a dumping ground for all countries' worst and most horrific criminals, a strange maximum-security prison of sorts. Every criminal brought to Crimson Trails are those that are clearly guilty without even needing to have a trial, those that have neither a speck of remorse or compassion within them. As the only thing that happens is that all criminals are brought to the city and then just left to their own devices, with only the immense wall to contain them, Crimson Trails has become a cauldron of blood, carnage and death. No laws, no integrity, exist within Crimson Trails; the only laws that may exist are those that each individual creates for themselves.
Well, they're never gonna get me
Like a bullet through a flock of doves
To wage this war against your faith in me,
Your life will never be the same
On your mother's eyes say a prayer
Say a prayer
There is a place that lies deep underneath Crimson Trails, this city of carnage; far beneath the hard surface of the earth, an immense city was built centuries ago. Its name - The UnderWorld. Ten times the size of the city of disaster that stands upon the surface high above, The UnderWorld is a grand city. It was built so that the city is divided into seven equally-sized sectors; upon visiting each in turn, it would be realized that no sector is the same. Each of the seven sectors are unique paradises, with nothing forgotten; if a scholarly individual were to spend time just observing this wondrous city, it would be discovered that each of the seven sectors of the city have been created and modelled to skilfully manifest seven particular elements: Spirit, Fire, Forest, Earth, Water, Time and Shadow. Such is the same of the six great leaders that rule this beautiful city; each one, in one way or another, reflect and manifest the individual element that their sector does as well.
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us
Well I can't, well I can
Too much, too late
Or just not enough of this
Pain in my heart for your dying wish
I’ll kiss your lips again
But in a city so grand, so beautiful, that has been built in such a unique way so that seven leaders can rule together equally, why then is it that there are only six leaders? Ever since the newest leaders have been appointed, the lack of a seventh leader has been a great mystery; even more strange, the entrances of the seventh sector that stands in the centre of the city are sealed shut with the mysterious power that the seventh leader is meant to rule and possess, preventing anyone from setting foot within its walls. Yet, for those that look hard, there are clues concerning the seventh leader; reading the ancient documents that have been stored within the historic Temple of Time since the city’s creation, one will discover that the seventh leader must be found, either within The UnderWorld or far above in Crimson Trails, and made aware of their ancient heritage. Peace within The UnderWorld is present, but it is an unstable peace; therefore, the seventh leader must be found, for only then can true peace and unity exist within The Underworld.
They all cheat at cards, and the checkers are lost
My cellmate’s a killer; they make me do push-ups in drag
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself
Am I losing myself? And, well, I miss my mom!
Will they give me the chair?
Or lethal injection
Or swing from a rope if you dare
Oh nobody knows all the trouble I seen
The curtain is rising. Where shall you stand? Are you of Crimson Trails; a criminal of the worst kind, sent there to pay for your misdeeds? Are you a citizen of the grand, paradise-like UnderWorld, living in harmony with all and working under the leaders for a better goal, one of peace and unity? Are you a leader of the UnderWorld, blessed with the rule of a sector of immeasurable beauty, charged with the guardianship of a secret temple and your unique gift? Or are you a roamer; neither living above in Crimson Trails or within the UnderWorld, instead wandering between both cities, serving none but your own will?
Life is but a dream for the dead
And well, I can’t go down by myself
But I’ll go down with my friends
Take it like a man
Join this theatre of drama, and discover the Power Within...
-- (c) Plot Created By Shadow; Power Within. Lyrics - My Chemical Romance (c) --
In the middle of a gunfight
In the centre of a restaurant
They said, "Come with your arms raised high!"
Upon a planet where all that exists anymore is crime, destruction and death, there is no place within legend or reality that is considered more dangerous or life-threatening then the City of Crimson Trails. Found decades ago in crumbling ruins, Crimson Trails was completely rebuilt; now, surrounded entirely by a 100 foot, smooth granite wall, Crimson Trails is used as a dumping ground for all countries' worst and most horrific criminals, a strange maximum-security prison of sorts. Every criminal brought to Crimson Trails are those that are clearly guilty without even needing to have a trial, those that have neither a speck of remorse or compassion within them. As the only thing that happens is that all criminals are brought to the city and then just left to their own devices, with only the immense wall to contain them, Crimson Trails has become a cauldron of blood, carnage and death. No laws, no integrity, exist within Crimson Trails; the only laws that may exist are those that each individual creates for themselves.
Well, they're never gonna get me
Like a bullet through a flock of doves
To wage this war against your faith in me,
Your life will never be the same
On your mother's eyes say a prayer
Say a prayer
There is a place that lies deep underneath Crimson Trails, this city of carnage; far beneath the hard surface of the earth, an immense city was built centuries ago. Its name - The UnderWorld. Ten times the size of the city of disaster that stands upon the surface high above, The UnderWorld is a grand city. It was built so that the city is divided into seven equally-sized sectors; upon visiting each in turn, it would be realized that no sector is the same. Each of the seven sectors are unique paradises, with nothing forgotten; if a scholarly individual were to spend time just observing this wondrous city, it would be discovered that each of the seven sectors of the city have been created and modelled to skilfully manifest seven particular elements: Spirit, Fire, Forest, Earth, Water, Time and Shadow. Such is the same of the six great leaders that rule this beautiful city; each one, in one way or another, reflect and manifest the individual element that their sector does as well.
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us
Well I can't, well I can
Too much, too late
Or just not enough of this
Pain in my heart for your dying wish
I’ll kiss your lips again
But in a city so grand, so beautiful, that has been built in such a unique way so that seven leaders can rule together equally, why then is it that there are only six leaders? Ever since the newest leaders have been appointed, the lack of a seventh leader has been a great mystery; even more strange, the entrances of the seventh sector that stands in the centre of the city are sealed shut with the mysterious power that the seventh leader is meant to rule and possess, preventing anyone from setting foot within its walls. Yet, for those that look hard, there are clues concerning the seventh leader; reading the ancient documents that have been stored within the historic Temple of Time since the city’s creation, one will discover that the seventh leader must be found, either within The UnderWorld or far above in Crimson Trails, and made aware of their ancient heritage. Peace within The UnderWorld is present, but it is an unstable peace; therefore, the seventh leader must be found, for only then can true peace and unity exist within The Underworld.
They all cheat at cards, and the checkers are lost
My cellmate’s a killer; they make me do push-ups in drag
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself
Am I losing myself? And, well, I miss my mom!
Will they give me the chair?
Or lethal injection
Or swing from a rope if you dare
Oh nobody knows all the trouble I seen
The curtain is rising. Where shall you stand? Are you of Crimson Trails; a criminal of the worst kind, sent there to pay for your misdeeds? Are you a citizen of the grand, paradise-like UnderWorld, living in harmony with all and working under the leaders for a better goal, one of peace and unity? Are you a leader of the UnderWorld, blessed with the rule of a sector of immeasurable beauty, charged with the guardianship of a secret temple and your unique gift? Or are you a roamer; neither living above in Crimson Trails or within the UnderWorld, instead wandering between both cities, serving none but your own will?
Life is but a dream for the dead
And well, I can’t go down by myself
But I’ll go down with my friends
Take it like a man
Join this theatre of drama, and discover the Power Within...
-- (c) Plot Created By Shadow; Power Within. Lyrics - My Chemical Romance (c) --