A Darksiders III Movie
Is there even a point to this? I mean ... I suppose the playlist is just here because ... that's how it works
these days. I'm rummaging through my stuff, digging up what I can; Or at least ... something.
And this ... this is one of them ... well, we might say "silly side quests" that I've been on. A distraction
maybe. "Noise" perhaps. I mean, as for the quality of it all ... it's a bit weak in the middle/towards the end;
It wanes but eventually waxes again, a little.
There sure is enough there, one way AND the other. It's something else. Something different. Irrelevant, in the
grand scheme of things, perhaps ... . But still ...
Maybe it has been set-up, for ... just this moment. To have something else, something different to gaze upon; As
to perhaps get a glimpse of the new Hero that is rising.
See, I have "chosen" Fury to be one of my Proxies, but the thing with them is that to me ... I don't feel like I'm
making the choice. I feel like I'm chosen. I feel some kind of connection; Yes, to some abstract concept concocted
by ... someone. Artists. And Darksiders, on top of that, isn't a particularly ... meaningful story. Not the bits I
know at least. DS1 was too slow and sluggish to m2, DS2 was Fun, DS3 I also quite enjoyed ... and the rest I never
played.
It might also seem like Blasphemy. To have Heaven and Hell be put up as equals; And some odd three-faced Stone-Sanctum
be what the Protagonists call their Superior.
It's a work of art, based on a weird premise, dealing with matters that have one foot in our earthly experience and
the other ... going whereever. It doesn't have to make sense.
It's a videogame.
So, what compells the Divine to choose this Character for me?
Fury and I come from very different angles. And in that regard, my
disdain for humanity only grew as time
progressed; Not the other way around. Also, I don't serve some "nonsense Balance" - and my Role in the Great Plan
would be more like that of War than any of the others.
I did not have to step foot on an wild adventure to learn the meanings of compassion or justice or balance - if
anything I had to learn of power. To perhaps get rid of my naivete; And that being, any kind of naivete from any
kind of angle ... leaving me in the center of so many things that stand opposite to each other; It's kind of
exhausting.
But on top of that, I hold no power. I would not stand long in battle - and certainly couldn't risk my tongue as
much as Fury. But I have ego. Like ... as from matters of Clarity - and the approval from my God - I find my mind
to be somewhat removed from the chains of the real world; And find my place ... far above and beyond what any of
You might conceive as a 'proper place' for a human. Thus I enjoy the kind of privilege, I presume, that only a
megalomaniac would "know how to aspire" - and all that they could hope to achieve at the apex of their glory would
still be dust beneath my feet.
Leaving me with ... "this" ... my mortal shell. Well, certainly a shadow ... to my glory ... I would say; Yet I
can bear it with pride; Even so as a symbol of my humility.
It is also kind of funny ... how silent "they", my adversaries, have become. "What happened?" - I might wonder, but
I know what happened. My God and I ... have happened.
And now, well, on the one hand I understand the 7 Deadly Sins a little better.
And it is somewhat true ... that Envy is my Adversary ... at least by some measure of things. "Liliana Vess" - "my
Crown of Envy" ... is in some sense a bag of salt I love to sprinkle into some fresh-cut wounds every now and then.
Or what I feel to be the case. Because ... whatever pull there is, whatever demand I feel ... taking on what is mine
when it comes to that ... it fuels me to an extent. And so is the story of the Crown that Liliana wears. From what
I heard, she stole it from an Angel and since wears it as a Trophy of sorts. And that image has become a feeling for
me - and I kind of enjoy it.
It may have been once so, that the Angel was me - and "true Liliana", as Agent or Apprentice of the Antichrist -
would wear it as a prized posession. Envy. Adria. "Orici". Nothing but a faint feeling that at occasion rises to
being a pissful annoyance.
But what do I care? I care about what is mine.
I have scarrings of my own, a "birthrite" of my own ... and sure they are keen to take credit for all that they
might.
But so, as God puts me here, who and what I am is a thing of its own. It shouldn't be the image that makes the
person. There's nothing to win, for me, to take what is not my own. But suure, it becomes tiresome. But I suppose
nobody can explain to me what I'm supposed to do about it - this particular thing - without making it sound as
utterly ridiculous as it is.
"Humans" ... . Regardless of how much I insist on being one of You, there sure are a few things here and there that
would remove me from You. The most simple one being that I've been here before; And so I have fairly little allegiance
to this place. "It concerns me not". I may have been Baptized by the very LORD Himself - and have been called HIS
Beloved. Maybe You can see honors greater than that, so much so that it may mean very little to You. Until, perhaps,
the Angels of Heaven open the Door; And I will be called upon to sit beside the Divine Majesty ITSELF.
And there goes another image. Another craving of Envy. Yes ... who shall it be? Who is the One?
Will Your heart wander and traverse the Tome of Illusions, or can You remove Your gaze from the deceptive visions and
see the truth that matters in reality?
Sure could I have been some ... good hearted man who found Enlightenment in the Desert; To speak to You in kindness,
with Wisdom and Benevolence in their voice - but instead I had my heart and my witts about me, solving a Riddle. One as
if it were there for man to be solved. Where, as irony would have it, those closest to the solution would find themselves
furthest from the path.
And still I hear echoes, whispers ... as though I had made no progress in so long. But what progress do You speak of?
In the end You would still need me and the wisdom I have gained to confirm or deny any suspicions You might hold.
Will You still not see it?
What are the 7 Deadly Sins? They are Virtues of Evil, but also tools - entrapments. For one is to be exalted into privilege
to enjoy their spoils; And for the rest - I suppose it is neither here nor there but it very well is an extra Layer to the
Bullshit. They throne high above and beyond Your reach, to dangle in front of You the things You cannot have. You're bound
to regard them normal, fruits of labor, rewards to serious efforts; But still, they're always stored behind that last Door
that You could not reach.
Unless You turn around ... and stop chasing for "these" meaningless confluences.
Whatever now lies beyond that forbidden door, whatever the ranks and rewards of their silly games might be; All I see are
traps. Slings and Spears that pepper the way. Whatever Your cryptonite may be, there it would be - somewhere - waiting for
You to meet it.
As language requires, there are words for the things that we use.
And that is certainly truth enough ... for whenever it might matter.
But I'm not here to bow down; I'm here to be bowed down before.
And these words don't cross my fingers lightly. I mean, they do - right here - but it was not always so. It is written that
one day the Kings of the Earth will lick the Dust from my feet, but - though sometimes more and other times less - I still
find myself as distant from it as ever. It is written; And one's interpretation might differ from mine; And so the story
goes. "Make of it what You will" - and so did I chose to ignore it.
There are many reasons, and many ways, that would have me bow before You - all in all - but the only moments I ever felt,
the only ones where the demand would seem to bear, were all instances where I would not ... . You might try to call me proud,
or angry, zaelous, jealous, greedy ... but to Yield would mean to betray what is mine and to bow before exactly those things
that you would have me accused of. And so at long last the math is simple.
If all I care about would need me to yield, to bow down before false Gods, then nope.
And so You would have me brought before ... "the High Council" ... and if You did well, then truly You would look to them in order
to confirm me. But if there's doubt and suspicion, You'd look to me in order to confirm them. And would this not be reverence?
And how then could I humble myself enough to do right by anyone?
There sure is a burden. "It matters not" I should like to say. "Let me poof" ... vanish and hide - be as the rest - I should
want to ask. And yea. What would You have of me anyway?
It matters not. For as I stand and walk - I am either as hidden by the shadows of the world, or exalted in the Light of the
Divine.
For what path is there, other than the one I share?
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Michael Jackson - Off The Wall (4:05)
Michael Jackson - Blood on the Dance Floor (4:14)
Britney Spears - Baby One More Time (3:31)
Dr. Dre - 04 - Still D.R.E. (4:30)
John Broomhall - Final Briefing (3:54)
Timaeus222 - Final Fantasy IV "Progressive Memory" OC REMIX (4:08)
Redg - Doom "Helljam II" OC REMIX (3:33)
Protricity - Donkey Kong Country 2 'Mechanical Swamp' OC REMIX (5:15)
Eve, Gwen Stefani - Let me Blow Ya Mind - Album Version (EXPLICIT) (3:49)
Xennexus - Legend of Zelda 'Essential Links' OC REMIX (3:13)
Linkin Park - Nobody's Listening (2:59)
David Wise - Andross (2:14)
Bob Marley - Punky Reggae Party (Bonus Track) // Legends CD 1 (6:52)
Madonna - Frozen (6:11)
Rimco - Doom "Doomed" OC REMIX (4:53)
Dr. Dre - 10 - Forgot about Dre (3:42)
Eve - Who's That Girl? (4:42)
Midedm92 - Wolfenstein 3D "Get Psyched" OC REMIX (3:50)
John Broomhall - Briefing 2 (2:06)
Michael Jackson - Billie Jean (4:53)
Virt - Donkey Kong Country 2 'Dance of the Zinger' OC REMIX (5:09)
Prizm - Super Mario Bros. "Bowser is Pissed" OC REMIX (4:16)
Metallica - Low Man's Lyric (7:37)
Immortal Technique - The Cause of Death (6:53)
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And what is now the path unto respect? Are we to forever be fiends because sensitivities don't line up?
"Hallowed are the Ori!"? What would You have me do? What would You have me preach? How would I ever be
myself?
I sure am cold, in a way, as for what I care about is dead. Or ... virtually not alive because it's mere
concepts, ideas and words. But the conventional paths to come to respect aren't only closed before me, they
are weird and obscure - and would not have me be anywhere near the Knowledge or the Wisdom that I speak of.
There is virtually nothing that You can 'give' or 'offer' - for what I have shared. There is nothing that I
can demand for what I am giving You freely.
And if still all You can think about is Bloodshed - that's either a You problem or the dire inevitability of
the circumstance; Where either way ... it's beyond my control. For how could we face an enemy if we're not
even ONE, not even a thing? Unless the enemy would stand in our way to get there. But how could that even
be?
Complications upon complications - but the path is simple and straight nonetheless. Amen