Chilling

Now...I'm not all into the christian stuff and all...and I KNOW this describes teh end of Christ and all, but...I just found it chilling and I just HAD to share it with all teh people who arnt' reading my blog :P If you read my blog I'm cool with that you people are cool. But anywho, so basically what you have to do is insert your name where teh blanks are. Oh also *disclamer* ~eye roll~ w/e but still, I'm not trying to push any of this christian stuff on you...I jsut went to youth group and we did this "exercise" if you will. I thought it was cool and decided to share it with you so :P if you hate me for this. So...here we go

Out of the corner of my eye, as the soldiers led me away, I saw Pilate washing his hands. The last thing I heard as I was taken off to be beaten was, "Crucify _________"

The cries of the crowd were charged, but the roman solders were just cold, calculated and cruel. They led me to a whipping post where I was stripped naked. Over and over they pounded instruments of torture against my flesh-cutting, tearing and ripping literal strips of skin off my back. Inner muscles and sinews were torn. That's what happened when they scourged me (_________), by whips embedded with glass, nails and bone.

Careful not to kill me, for I still had a cross to bear, they put aside their whips-but only to make an absolute mockery of me. The soldiers, out of sport and boredom, covered my raw, burning flesh with a scarlet robe and placed a crown made of prickly thorns into my scalp. I was in physical agony, but they had the time to kneel before my shaking body adn spit upon me like I was some villiage idiot. "Hail, King of the Jews," they sneered as my insides bled to the ground around me. If only they knew.

The physical break was short-lived. It was time for me to carry my cross. I knew the burden was mine, _______'s. I sturggled with the weight of it for some time, but ultimately I fell to my knees. Another man had to help me finish the journey up to Golgotha.

When we got to the top of the hill, they offered me wine mixed with myrrh to dull my pain and senses. There was still so much suffering ahead; they needed to make sure I was able to tolerate all of it. I refused. I needed to bear this pain. I, _______, needed to feel every excruciatng moment.

What they did next was the most horrible torture mankind had yet devised. Crucifixion was designed to kill by way of slow suffocation. As the arms and legs of most victims were bound, the upper body would lose its strength, eventually collapsign the weight of the body onto the lungs. But instead of letting my body collapse onto itself, they drove spikes through the bones of my ___________'s wrists-adding extra support and extra time to my suffering. They nailed my feet into the cross so that I could stand longer.

As I hung there from my own limbs, I, __________, suffered the effects of any human body exposed to such trauma. The insufferable thirst of being hung in the sun fueled the fever brought on by the swelling of my wounds. Tetanus began to set in from the rusty nails, and the wounds from which I was hanging tore further as my body shook harder and harder.

Yet, I never lost sight of my purpose on that cross. Even as the soldiers gambled my garments away while I hung there convulsing, even as they hung a mocking sign above me reading, "This is _________, the King of the Jews," I still kept my character. On either side of me were true criminals-thieves being crucified for their crimes. One of them was defiant, mocking me, daring me to come down off of my cross. How much I wanted to. The other criminal understood who I was. He asked if I would remember him when I came into my kingdom. Of course I would. He reminded me in my weakest hour, what I was there for.

Then more hours passes as I, _________, hung in agony, the sins of the world gnawing on every nerve in my flesh. It was now that I realized that even God the Father couldnt' look upon me. I cried, "My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me?" The people still there thought I was confused and filled a sponge with sour wine, pushing it up to my lips.

As soon as the wine touched my lips, I knew the cup had passed. "It is finished,"



So yeah...hope ya'll enjoyed that. Just felt like sharing that with all of ya. It's chilling isn't it? Even if you don't believe any of that stuff...it's still chilling. Well I'm done...I'll talk to everyone again later!

~Falcon

So...Yeah

So...havn't been on here in forever...sorry :( not that anybody reads this but w/e I'm over it. Well hmmm havn't vented in awhile, or told people what's up in my life. Well actually currently nothings up in my life. I found a nice guy, and we talked for about two months and two days ago, he says he got a girlfriend that day...I wanted to cry my eyes out. But then he goes ahead and says that he still loves me and that him having a girlfriend doesn't change his feelings for me or anything. I just don't know what to do or think.

I have a sophmore that has a crush on me, who wants to be called Snow Leopard. Will it work? Probably not, mainly cuz I think of him as my little brother. And well, yeah, just isn't really gonna work, that and he's my best friends little bro. But yeah...yay talking to him right now...it would really help if he didnt' piss me off a lot. Course one of my friends was saying that if he kept on pissing me off the way he has been then he's not worth it. My arguement to them was that he needs friends and I'm gonna stick by him no matter what. They were all like you're weird and I'm like no I'm persistant and I don't leave my friends hanging. But yeah...I'll leave this paragraph like that.

Um...stories...gotta love them *eye roll* So I'm putting my most recent story up on Mibba.com It's titled "Untitled As Of Yet" or you can look up my username Thalkon Roiy Denn. Basically the stories about two riviling gangs who are trying to get the most turf, in a manatropolis area. (kinda like Chicago) but anywho, the gangs names are The Outkasts (they're the good guys) and Bloodlust (obviously the bad guys) but anywho, everythings all hunky dory then one day one of The Outkasts mysteriously disappears, leaving the rest of teh gang to try and find that person. It's a riviting book (or that's what my friends say) and it keeps you on the edge of your seat.

Kay besides all of those points...finals are finally done...which means Second Semester starts Monday! Yay! not...well it's not that bad I guess...we graduate on May 30th. Okay besides ALL of those points...I havn't started my fair projects yet...um oops! And I don't even have a picture picked out yet for teh drawing and painting catagory, I also dont' have a model car picked out and I ALSO havn't started my cross-stitching, mainly because I dont' know the difference between the colors...Off-white and FUCKING EGGSHELL! I mean seriously there isn't a difference between those two colors! Okay...I'm gonna leave everyone with those wonderful thoughts. So, yeah, everyone enjoy there wonderful lives!

~Falcon