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Great Buzzard Eli James IV · **10-03-2014, 05:57 PM**

It's night time. Peace and quiet outside. Eli James is walking in a barn that he use to visit frequently and was known to cut promos in. There in the middle of the barn is his old brown rocking chair he loved sitting in and rocking back and forth.

"Colors. They are already predefined in everyone's mind. When you see one, you can easily tell us the name whether it's blue, red, brown, yellow, orange, pink, or purple. And like all those colors that are predefined... there is me. Predefined.

I get it, man. I really do. You feed off of what you'd like to believe and know, and when ya don't... when ya can't collect the words and define someone... it defaults to the way you were raised. It goes all the way to the time you were sucking on your mom's breast while your father, heh.... while your father was sleeping with another woman.

I get it, man. 'Oh,' you'll say. 'Oh, but my father never cheated on my mom.' That's what they tell ya at bed time.

'Where's daddy?'

'He's working.'

No? 'He's sleeping.'

'He's watching television.'

And in those moments when you get to see your daddy... you remember these small little bits about him and it predefined who he was, man.

He may not have touched another woman, but he sure was thinking about it. He'd watch the action movies, but give him a chance to see a movie with a woman that was a little attractive, and his attention was glued. His secretary or coworker gave just enough eye candy to satisfy him without going into action.

It's time you all know everything in your lives has been predefined.

The difference between you and me is I know. Heh. I know all about who I am, my purpose.. and I know the truth.

You like to hide because you don't want to step up to the plate and look in the mirror. Hehe. Nah. You want to hide and go back in history to the way things were.

The Jonestown Massacre. You need me to be that crazy kool-aid presenter, because if I wasn't.. you'd all be swimming in a pool of your own filth.

Jesus Freak. You want me to be something you can attack. You need me to be something you can grasp and poke holes at.

I'm sorry.

I truly am.

I begged Weapon:Ashen... Unknown Soldier.. I begged them all to come out of their hiding place and end me. I waited and waited, but no one answered.

Your chances are running thin.

Your hiding places are slowly being found.

I'm sorry for what's about to happen.

You have a chance to do the right thing. Turn from all that you know and follow me... or kill me. If not... your little playtime is over.

I'm truly sorry.

Don't make the silence become your voice.

Join me.

Or Rise up. End me.

It won't be long now.

I'm sorry."

Eli sits in his rocking chair and begins to rock back and forth. He begins to whistle his theme song in the XWF.

In the corner stands a familiar face... growling...

It's Elisha.

Eli starts to laugh while whistling.....

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