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Sinner

  Father Sam- or should I say, Brother Samuel, oh how far you have strayed from the path! The one that was set many moons ago when we just children on this earth!  You see brother, I have not come to confess my sins in front of the all mighty Lord himself, I have come before you today, for you, my fallen brother, to confess your disloyalty to God!  I always had the understanding that you had been sacrilege victim as a child and that this man was not a man of god but simply your father. Dearest brother, my sympathies are with you during those difficult thoughts as I have reminded you of a sinner, though, you are as much a sinner as he once was.  Through the words of an old flame, i am led to believe that you had partaken in an act without the consent of your once trusted lover. You abused your relationship with this woman and have sinned.  My brother, i can longer take council with a man who claims to be a man of god and on the other hand be a man of sleaze....
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  LIARS!  They only have one purpose and it is to drain your soul and rip out any remaining quality you have left!  They can’t complete their quests!  They don’t have the motivation to make the ethical decisions and choices so they drag you by your feet and take you down with them!  Spineless false idols!  They’re everywhere! 
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Bray Wyatt inspired promo 3

I have been asleep for what feels like a millennium.  I have been awakened by a ferocious feeling inside my chest.  A constant heavy weight is pulling my heart into an aspiring sanctuary of hope. That word, HOPE.  I thought i once had hope but, it vanished, like the ashes of my fallen comrade, it died!  I was a different entity during those lighter days. During the days when the sun would come out and smile at me and wish me pleasantries as i followed along a path that would lead me, eventually, to endless creations.  Creations that became my world, my obsession, my power, all that i could see and do was create endless imaginative worlds and i became one with my inner darkness.  Defining the world's end, the tales of misery and how i became obsolete in the light. How the light that i found, burned out.  I couldn't look at the light anymore, i had to retreat, run away and save myself before driving myself into madness. I hid the light from my eyes, know...
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Mirror mirror on the wall

Every day, i look in the mirror and i see a sad face staring back at me That same, old, tired and weeping face ready to commit to another day of "living the dream" but i am not living the dream, i am surviving the nightmare that engulfs me like the flames of burning wood.  Mirror mirror on the wall, will the endless torture of my soul ever stop? Because I'm starting to see that i've been cursed upon and cannot escape the reality in which i've been tortured in.  I have to break the cycle somehow, but i feel as if it's a losing battle between me and my desires.  I am not someone to be desired it seems.  How does one go from undesirable to undeniable?  It seems that only time will tell. 
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Joker

What am I to you?   A jester who makes you laugh when all things are of a laughing matter?  The one man circus whose sole purpose is to entertain you whilst you choke on the ashes of a fallen prey? A clown whose only purpose is to entertain you and the masses of people you surround yourself with?  The punchline in every joke? "Come on folks! Let's see what he's gonna do next!" "Oh, would you look at that! He's fallen over!" "He can't get back up! No matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to move forward!" "Oh boy, he's crying now folks! What a disaster!"   You see, i have lived a life like this for long enough.  I once accepted that this would be my life and that i would continue to be this way as long as the laughter kept getting louder and louder.  Not only did it get louder, it became deafening.  I became unaware of what the voices in my head were trying to tell me.  Eventually, the laughter stopped.  The joke was no l...
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Bray Wyatt inspired promo 2

What do you do when all the lights go out and the shadows disappear? Do you hasten and run to find the light again?  Or do you settle down and embrace the dark void that surrounds you?  I once saw the flames of my desires staring back at me, as if everything had come to light all of a sudden.  I embraced the flames like a moth to light, i danced around the fire for hours like pagan ritual. Sacrificing the shadow and gloom that had been consuming me for a lifetime.  I felt redeemed by this fire. Like my sins had been washed away. I felt baptised and consumed with a new spirit. I became a new entity. A new fixture of reality and imagination, intertwining me like a new brood.  It was like chasing a rabbit down a hole. One that was made for me and my manifestations.  But what happens when the hole closes in? What happens when the hole you deliberated for so long chooses to spit you out?  Do you follow my lead and attempt to find the rabbit? Or do you aband...
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Bray wyatt like promo

 Step into the complexity and wreckage that is my mind where reality and imagination intertwine.  I am Benjamin Harris, the host of this creation and the one who houses the creation of other imaginative personalities and entities.  Recent events have left my mind fragmented, causing a rift in the light and shadow that accompanies me during these everyday occurrences.    I am but a joke to a few who have undersized opinions on my mind yet have such structured concepts of the wreckage that i am.  They have no acknowledgement of the creative destruction that vessels my mind.  King Captain was a manufactured concept of the living host whose mind so fractured, they sought to seek comfort and solace in the displeasure of their life. He thought only to smile and be cheery when others would be celebrated for his success. Given no treasure for his labour, he'd be cast aside for new champions.  A departing spellcaster left me unbalanced and vague.  I f...
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