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JACK · **11-08-2014, 11:45 PM**

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The children that the "Higher Power" have forgotten know what it's like to face death each and every day.

You call him lucky to deserve "his" love, but those that have been dismissed when we need him the most like to say otherwise.

Manson is delusional, a deceiver, a con, a man who likes to play with your emotions in order to get exactly what he wants.

It seems to work on you, which speaks volumes about your own intelligence.

You can't prove much of anything when blinded by rage and grief, yet you try and fail to disprove that.

Here you are, smashing me verbally with your words of...well, they're words nonetheless, right next to your daughter.

What if she were to wake up to catch the ass end of your promo?

She'll probably think you're talking about her.

Your own daughter, turned against you because of words that were spoken out of context.

If that doesn't show that you could falter from your pedestal, maybe a guaranteed loss against me would make you realize that the present, the now, matters more than the past ever could.

War Games was a showing of what Tank was capable of.

We took that loss, analyzed what went wrong, how we can prevent that from happening again, and what we could do to turn that loss into a victory.

The words I speak aren't threats.

They are words of warning.

Mock my past and continue to side with the corrupted, and you will regret it.

Much like you regret not being there for your daughter.

I bet you wanted to turn the wheel when that dipshit of a boyfriend was driving straight into that truck.

You couldn't, because you were too busy praising Manson for conning you out of your own free will.

If the Higher Power loves those that spread his word, why wasn't your daughter spared?

The God you look up to is a fraud.

If he truly accepts those that spread his word, he would've spared your daughter from being comatose.

If there is a true God, he works in mysterious ways.

Ways that even Manson, you, or the rest of your cross blinded teammates couldn't even understand.

We have gotten under your skin, and it shows.

I hear bitching and moaning when I should be hearing legitimate threats.

I hear you saying that we can't do it, I hear you saying that you'll break my jaw if I dare say anything other than an apology that you'll never get out of us, even if we're battered, bruised, beaten to a bloody pulp, you will never get an apology out of any of us.

If you're depending on beating me to get the paycheck to pay your daughter's medical bills, you have a better chance robbing a bank in order to get the money you need.

Your group is pretty much everything wrong with the world today, they fuck up and don't even realize it.

The men you chose to fight for fucked up when they decided to attack people that dared to have the balls to speak up against them.

Whether it's by my hands, that hands of the people we save, or the hands of the many people the Asylum decided to fight against beforehand, you'll realize that the people you're teaming up with aren't any different than those that you speak up against.

They're idiotic into thinking that they could brainwash everybody into thinking that they're an unstoppable force worth our time, they suck as much dick as you criticize Lane for doing in one night, and they are just as bad as the previous men you've fought against before, such as the dumbass knight, the master of nothing, and the king of fuck all.

Once you've been beaten into the ground hard enough, you'll be able to see that you were good enough on your own.

The more I think about it, the more I can't help but believe that your family is being mistreated by a horrible father that only cares about boning the nearest anus of a dog instead of actually parenting.

Maybe Toby wasn't so stupid for getting your daughter into a car crash after all.

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