"As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill,
As the ground warms, to the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still

His eyes are ablaze,
See the madman in his gaze.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.

Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts to the crowd
'In the name of God my father I fly!'

His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream,
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes, to ashes his grave.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun.

Iron Maiden - "Flight of Icarus"

*Overabundance...why do we live for it? Why is it our goal to become rich...to become famous...to have more than we need? Is it advertising? Does seeing cleverly marketed products displayed in favorable circumstances make us this way? Is it taught to us by those we love? Is it taught to us in school, by our friends, our teachers, our leaders? Is it taught while watching television programs, bearing witness to the rich and famous play dress-up...to the mindless propaganda telling you how to think and what to do? Emphatically, YES! Now, I am not Jehovah...I refuse to tell you to live like a pauper and like it, goddamn it! Instead, I tell you to live life to your fullest, ignoring white elephants such as other people's opinions, and advertisements. Live life as yourself. Free your mind. There's only one person who can tell you how to live your life, and that is you. I may be able to say "do this, and do that," but the choice is ultimately yours. Ignore my teachings, deny yourself of me...of my truth. It hurts me not. The only person you are truly denying is...yourself.*

-The screen starts off black, with the voice of Messiah during one of his famed sermons dubbed over. As that finishes up, we fade slowly into the Chapel of Hell, where the Messiah makes his dwelling. He is sitting on a mammoth black leather winged chair, touching his fingertips together, eyes closed, head up. It looks as though he is enjoying a piece of classical music, however, no sounds can be heard. Slowly, he lowers his head, and flips open his eyes, whatever he was feeling is over.-

The Dark Messiah: Reflection on what one says is important, Krow. For instance, I just discussed the effects of capitalism on those who are too weak to accept the responsibilities of it. Of course, you don't HAVE literally hundreds of people counting on you to fill their souls...to fill their empty cups with a warming broth. All you have is emptiness and despair. You must reflect as to WHY you have this...WHY you live a life not worth living. You have to remove your mask, figuratively, not literally. You have to SHOW that your soul needs filled, that your cup has run dry. Then, and only then will people show their eagerness to help, to aid. Your independence proves nothing. Come Saturday, it is going to be much like the Army's new saying, "an Army of One." You stand alone in the middle of a battlefield, armed with a rage, a hatred for all that is reverent. You stand against "the great" Jehovah, you stand against Jehovah’s main opposition, Lucifer, you stand against the teachings of Buddha, you stand against Netjur, and all of his forms known to man, you even dare to stand against the great Siva. My point is, you're merely one man against a legion of faithfuls. Give it up, lest you be crushed.

Apart from your radical "beliefs," you've had the...rare pleasure, of defeating me. Don't worry, it shan't happen again, I promise. However, when you pinned me to the mat, I saw the gold in your eyes. Your sense of defeat suddenly lifted, but you soon saw the irony of it all. You pinned my shoulders to the mat...you gained a victory, not over anyone...over a deity, and over a champion. However, by winning, you also lost. You didn't instantly become a deity, you didn't gain the respect you think you deserve, nor did you become the world champion. you had nothing to gain by defeating me...you didn't even prove anything. Your loss was considered a fluke, a happenstance. You can tell yourself you won all you want, but you know...I know...my followers know...the WHOLE DAMN WORLD knows, I was off my game. Loss was inevitable. Now, the tables are turned...we've not only got a match the fans will love, but a match where I can get revenge. Mark my words...you will pay, Krow. You will pay for your sovereignty. No man is complete without the hand of God helping him out, and I will take a sledgehammer to the walls that blind you, so you might see that I only speak the truth!

-Despite the strength and rage in his voice, the Dark Messiah is smiling...perhaps he's thinking of the match. With a mind that twisted, the world can never know. We stay on his amused face, as the voice-over begins...-

*Why is it that we are unsatisfied with our lives so much that we reach out to materialism to keep us sane? America has the highest standard of life of all the countries in this day and age...how can we even think of being unhappy? I'll tell you why...because we are a Godless nation! Because of our latest substitute for religion, science, we think more in tangible terms, instead of philosophical ones. Let me ask you…does cloning sheep tell us how better to serve our fellow man? Can we manufacture ourselves a better life? We can physically altar our means of living, we can altar the quality of our lives, but we can never truly alter the self, which is the most important aspect of life. We are more independent, more self-oriented than many other cultures. We have to choose our moral path in life ourselves. This isn't the 1920's anymore, life is more dog-eat-dog than ever before...which is exactly WHY we need a God in our lives. Time has advanced, Jehovah’s teachings are old, and don't apply to life today, which is WHY many are turned away from present-day religion, and its primitive styling.*

-The Dark Messiah stands up from the chair, and walks over to the wall, on which resides a picture. It's an older setting, past medieval times, but before modern technology came into play, and there's pictures of people hanging by nooses. A plaque below reads "Salem...the Witch Trials."-

The Dark Messiah: Your qualm is with Jehovah, and not me, Krow. It is Christianity that has banned you so. You see, Christianity banishes all nonbelievers to Hell, which is defined loosely as "painful separation from God." It seems you've been prejudged. However, you are aware of my philosophy when it comes to Christ. I believe the Satanist Glen Benton said it best when he said, and I quote: "Jesus blows loads." Rather coarse, I know...it's not my style, either, but it gets my point across. We have a common enemy. My goal is to beat Christ out of EVERY FUCKING PERSON'S HEART, and leave the hole open to rot, much like your own. However, I found a different way to do it. Instead of backstabbing, and making examples, I uproot the plant of Christianity, and plant my own twisted tree in whatever fertile ground remains. I supply people with something tangible, instead of the fiction supplied in the bible. How many have bore witness to miracles today? How many have "performed" miracles, so to say? The bible is chock full of them, so what happened? Does Jehovah even care anymore? Do WE even care anymore?

In other words, concede...wave the white flag. You don't stand a chance against the powerful legions of believers. Join us, we ARE forgiving people, after all...we will welcome you into our ranks, another brother added to the fold. Don't dare go against us, though...-points to the picture of the Salem witch trials- as you'll see, we've got quite a mean streak.

-The Dark Messiah walks over to his winged chair, sits, and bows his head in thought. We fade to black, and a voice-over plays-

*We need a present-day God to save our souls...either that, or we need a God who actually shows their face every now and then, so we can still tell that they are alive and watching over us with that eagle eye like they all claim to. This is where I come in...not only do I preach a realistic doctrine, but I also prove my might, my power every damn week. The deities of today have grew lazy. They grow green with envy as I draw in hoards of dedicated followers, while theirs worship either half-assed, or not at all. I serve as a lesson to all, a true teacher, while others remain the students. I take an active role in each of your lives, and you in mine. For, mine is a religion of sharing! You see, in this world, you either teach, or be taught. All I have to say, in closing, is if I am the teacher...woe to those that need taught!*