Sucker Punch ~ 201115:23 Jun 26 2011
Times Read: 744
{{“Sweet dreams are made of this…”}}
[[We can deny our Angels exist, convince ourselves they can’t be real. But they show up anyway, at strange places and at strange times. They can speak through any character we can imagine; they’ll shout through Demons if they have to, challenging us, daring us to fight.]]
[[It’s everyone one of us that holds the power to the worlds we create.]]
{{Some of them want to be abused…}}
At the graveside, he weeps his daughter held tightly to him.
{{“Sweet dreams are made of this… who am I to disagree?”}}
Then late at night, as the storm rages outside, someone comes to the girls door, as I hold her. It is him.
{{“And, some of them want to abuse…”}}
And, even when I did the gun to help her, it all goes wrong and, they take me…
{{“…some of them want to abuse.”}}
They take me to a home, Lennox House, a façade for, oh-so-much…
And, I want freedom.
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‘Sucker Punch’
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{{“Stand Up…}}
She approaches temple door and enters.
“Shoes…” the Monk tells her; the one sitting cross-legged before her.
“I’m sorry?”
“ Your shoes, you’re tracking snow everywhere…”
“Oh, I’m sorry, shall I take them off?”
“That time has passed…”
“So, what can I do for you?” the Monk asks.
“Nothing….” She replies; “I just…”
“Let me put it this way,,” he suggests, “what are you looking for?”
“Freedom…” she tells him.
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There is so much to this story, through its music, visuals and words; so many lessons to be gleamed… But, one more thing… It’s all there, IF you want to learn.
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