miércoles, 2 de febrero de 2011

domingo, 3 de octubre de 2010

Sermons On Ending Times 3

Jesus was a man that never feared.

It had to happen.

-"Judas! Where are you man?"- He walked a line, straight through the dark hall, like if his foot was following the other. You could hear the slaps and moans of the midnight shift workers sweating every penny in their rooms.

Suddenly from the shadows, a smile. It was as fake as all the orgasms upstairs.

-"Looking for some fun boss?"- said Judas with a tone that proved he would never quit cocaine.

-"Judas are you alright? I... thought you needed my help?" - said Jesus cracking his neck getting ready for a fight.

-"You should have left me... once an apple is rotten there's no way you can fix it"-

-"I can bet you're wrong... but if you are weak, you will always fall again in this pit, boy"-

-"SHUT UP! I'm not weak you prick! I'm smarter! Do you know how big this guys are? They know everybody! They are gonna start hunting witches on our asses, thanks to you miracle man! Do you know how hard is for me to get any drug around anymore?"- said Judas with a mixture of fear and anger.

-"You are being weak and stupid. Do you want this life for your children? I never said that if you followed me it would be an easy way. The right path wasn't meant for the lazy, we had finished the drug issue for the people, you could work in something else, maybe turn this into a nice shelter"-

-"The right path you say? Politicians use this so-called shelter to cheat on their wives every day and their menaces has run wild since they know you are my friend! They even shot me on the leg one day remember?"- said Judas almost running out of air.

-"And who healed you? Don't you remember that?"- said J with a stare that made him feel like a traitor.

-"It was you... but one day they will shoot me in the head and throw me to the dumpster. You won't be able to heal that"- Judas held his cries.

-"So... you sold me, I never wanted to put you through this fight between good and evil"- Jesus noticed red laser pointers across the room and guns starting to reload loudly.

-"Let's stop pretending you and I... this war is all we care"- Judas rubbed his stuffy nose with his palm. It was a matter of time for the lasers to get a clear shot of his head.

-"I should've known you'd betray your soul"- Jesus tackled Judas. He draw from his jacket a Colt.44 and aimed to the fire extinguishers in each column while making his way to the counter for cover. The air was razor shaped, you could feel bullets following your moves.

The room was a spectacle of sparks and ricochets all over the dark atmosphere.

Remember, Jesus was a man that never feared.

-"Night vision goggles are useless for about 40 seconds now".- said Jesus while reloading the revolver.-"They were aiming to your head, not mine... any clue?"-

-"I guess they must have betrayed me as well"- Judas was shocked the man that he sold just saved his life.

-"Two for the price of one kinda offer ain't it?" - Jesus handed him the gun.

-"What's this?"- Judas panicked.

-"I knew you setted me up. Actually I knew they were going to turn against you and that they were following me to Mary's place, that's why I took the rooftops"- Jesus smiled.

-"But how?! what do you want me to do with the gun?!"- Judas was even more impressed.

Like a horsemen from the apocalypse an intense roar smashed the door. Simon knew how to make an entrance. He pulled the breaks of his black motorcycle in front of the counter. Guns facing up, shots were fired targetless as a distraction to make a clean extraction.

-"Figure that on your own kiddo"- Jesus slided through the counter and mounted the bike - "Go! go hit it!"- J took Simon guns and kept on firing the skylights, as the tires screamed like a banshee from zero to 60mph. They were out in no time.

Behind Judas was left with a question, a remorse, and a bullet.

Only one bullet.

miércoles, 9 de junio de 2010

Sermons On Ending Times 2 (Simultaneous)

Simon jumps out of his couch with a cold and strange feeling on his stomach very much like that fear caused when something surprises you from behind. When his eyes recovered sharpness he distinguishes a standing figure of a young teenager outlined by the white light coming from the muted TV that displayed static.

- "J just asked to rendevouz on Judas place"- He pulls out a smashed pack of smokes. - "He said it was important" - he mumbled holding the cigarette with his mouth.

Simon looked for his pistol on one of the pillows and reloaded, then he walked to the boy, took and litted his cigarette with one of the candles on the table they used to pray.

-"You know this is bad for your asthma boy" - he sucked the filter of the recently stolen smoke.

-"Oh! Come on!"-

-"I'm not gonna argue"- Then expelled the smoke - "he called me back or wrote?"- he held the cigar on his fingers as it started to smoulder. John was a little distracted staring at the white smoke lines dancing shapeless in the darkness.

-"Uhm... he texted me, I guess he is mad at you for the way you treat Mary"

-"She is a temptation that distracts him from his duty I won't be nice to her..."

-"Hey shut it! we are losing time J needs you now, you know? swallow your pride and pick your stuff... you got 10 minutes I'll be on the bike with the rest of the guys"

-"Wait..."- Simon stared angry because he knew John was right. -"Come"- He walked to the kitchen followed by John and reached his hand over a cabinet that contained a Micro Uzi. - "Ever used one of this?".- He gave him the submachine gun.

-"Well... it has only one button"- Said Johny smiling to his new toy.

miércoles, 3 de marzo de 2010

Sermons On Ending Times 2

He was now on the roof and off the ladder. Indeed the streets were deadly at this hour but he didn't fear them. Infact, he wasn't going home. He received a strange text message from Judas asking him if they could meet in his place, so J was on his way.

Jesus was a cat on the rooftops with gazelle jumps that made him look like he was flying briefly. Judas was the man behind the counter of an unclean looking motel near "Elbib" avenue. He was friends with Jesus a long time from now, but he was a junkie that was getting poorer and poorer, this is the reason why he sold J to the police.

No, he wasn't a criminal. The political enviroment was so broken and corrupt that it was no much different from the life in the alleys. Rats and men feeding of each other. Primitive and basic... It's a matter of survival skills I guess. The president guided the people like a suicide jockey pulling the horses mouth to an abyss.

It had been long since somebody brought light to this pit and Jesus managed to do that in an incredible rate. Thanks to him women were no longer scared to the police and their constant harrasment, most of the kids and teens threw away their guns and some of them even stopped buying drugs. The broke down officers and the dealers of both sins; drugs & guns weren't happy about this purification. And... as all snakes are related somehow in someway, the thugs started making some calls to their bosses about tracking down this hope dressed man because he was bad for business and politics.

Back to the present.

He was running across the last building and planned to land in the motels emergency ladders.
The police was hidden on the building. It was a set up... Judas set him up.

lunes, 14 de diciembre de 2009

Sermons On Ending Times

Luke 21: 27 "At that time they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory."

"It Stinks"- it was the voice of a man near it's 33

"What J?"- asked the girl

"This city and that damned pollution"- he tried to lean his back over a pillow

They were lying on the bed she was resting her head over his chest and she gently moved her fingers across the sheets. He looked really worried staring at the window to his right. The city was getting annoying with constant chaos caused by alarms, sirens, gunshots and pleny more noises that in some way were part of the life in the streets. She didn't ask what was wrong because she knew he'd lie about it.

"Peter called" - she said kindly as she moved her hair off her face.

"What did he say?" - said Jesus as he moved his eyes away from the window.

"He hung up when he heard my voice" - she answered with sublime timidity.

"I don't understand why they act like this when I'm with you..." - said J with an honest doubt mixed with anger when she interrupted him.

"You're their leader... they worship you.... because you draw a road to follow" - she explained. - "I guess I'm not gonna fit among them"

"Mary relax you will..." - He said kissing her forehead.

The colour that filled the room was similar to a dark blue tone, moonbeams coming from the newspapers pasted on the windows produced an opaque beige light that spilled over the wooden floor. As I was saying... the thing is that the city was no longer a safe place so if you didn't want robbers in your home, you better cover the windows and hide the valuable stuff where nobody can see it.

"You still have those dreams" - She was worried.

"Dreams? I don't know what you are talking about" - He tried to bluff.

"You were sweating really cold, now you managed to hold your screams... but when you were sleeping I could tell by your face something was hurting you"

Silence ran acrossed the room.

"I'm afraid is really late I better get going" - He rised and search for his clothes, but first he reached the crucifix on the nightstand and made the sign of the cross. He was now sitting in the bed with bare foot on the floor.

"You know what they say... on the streets?" - She started to fix her hair, he didn't answered. "everybody, even pastor Adam!"

"... what do they say?" -Not wanting to accept the inmense responsability of the answer.

"They say we are living on the end of times... and you know you are not a common person J" - She said holding her breath.

"Again I don't know what you are talking about"- as he looked away and putted his pants.

"Jesus... you see things, you heal people and give hope to pleny in this hell" - She was trying to breath slowly to avoid tears.

"I better take the rooftops, streets kill at this hour" - He finished to put his shirt back on.

"They wouldn't dare to touch you... " - She gathered strenght.

"Ok! what are you trying to say?!" - He said in a violent tone, he was now facing the conversation.

"Please keep it down my sister is sleeping" - She whispered.

Sound of scared and small footsteps across the hall made him regret about getting mad. Apparently the little one was awake.

"Mommy are you ok?"- sounded from the other side of the door, it was the voice of an innocent girl.

"Yeah honey I'm coming!" - As she stared to the door.

"I've always considered cute... that she calls you mom" - He said while he pointed his jacket so that she gave it to him.

"Well is the payment I got from raising her" - she passed the dark jacket and looked down.

"I'm sorry Mary... I love you... I better leave now" - He openned the window and stepped in the emergency ladder.

"I love you too... even when you are a jerk" - She said smiling so pure that it got him to smile back. He looked like he had something to say and there was another pause. He got out and closed the window as he reached the roof climbing the staircase

There's been something on her head that she wanted to clear for many years.

A long time ago when he was new on the neighborhood (this means back then when he was a kid). He got himself in trouble and some boys shot him, they all ran when he standed like nothing happened. She was with him that day and took him to the hospital. The doctor said that he couldn't find a single bullet impact, but there was blood and we still have the shirt with the holes.


lunes, 5 de octubre de 2009

Greetings stranger

"... inside the centipedes mouth"

Primero que nada un cordial saludo a los lectores y seguidores de nuestro blog, a quienes agradecemos inmensamente por su constancia. Nosotros optamos a la creación de este blog debido al interés de los oyentes de la banda, quienes se intrigaban en conocer el trama detrás de las canciones, que a pesar de ser ritmos y melodías agradables pueden contener un significado un poco más allá de "Mary that's one pretty hat".

El punto no es poner una caja en tu cabeza y decirte como debes sentir la canción, después de todo la música es como un Dios a quien nosotros mismos le dibujamos rostro, es decir cada quién interpreta el tema como lo desee, porque si nos castracen la imaginación... aquella canción con la que abrazábamos a nuestros panas mientras reíamos y cantábamos, no nos sonaría igual.

Algunas son relatos o pequeños cuentos escritos por nosotros, otras son canciones basadas en hechos de la vida real, tambien están aquellas de experiencias personales y las más peculiares nos narran de profecías personales entre las cuales destacan el retorno de cristo a la tierra, la lucha de la humanidad contra el Leviatán y otras sorpresas más que nos depara el lapicero. Así que mantente al tanto con los post que estarán llenos de historias, dramas y curiosidades de la banda.

Att. David

miércoles, 12 de agosto de 2009

"The Nutcracker" Chapter 3

Suddenly from across the alley we hear a scream, so loud it could only come from complete despair. This scream was fading to the sound of footsteps. Who ever was screaming was being chased, so the nutcracker acted quickly by running to help this horrified victim. He didn't understand why he wanted to save the needed or why he was brave and felt no fear to even the scarier of things. He just knew he had a sword in one hand and on his head he had the blind purpose of slaying the unfair.

O boy he ran fast! he was now off the alley, and saw a couple of rats who he guessed were the hunters. He followed them untill they entered an inmense dumpyard. Not to far from the entrance they stopped "Five rats!" he counted "Five hats?" he noticed, they all gathered in a circle but they were to fat to see what was on the middle. They had monocles, nice shoes, hats and one was holding a really nice cane.

"I beg you please grow a heart and leave"

He heard from the center, it was the cries of a doll. The rats laughed, the one with the cane answered:

"We will not depart 'till we break you apart".

The nutcracker was mad and took a fighting stance and talked with the must heroic tone:

"You will let her go or I'll kill you all".

The surprised rats turned quickly their faces to where they heard the nutcrackers voice but it was to dark to see him clearly. The one with the cane approached with style to the center and the other four were standing two on each side. They were far to coordinated to be normal rats:

"You really sound like fun... can you please come closer to the light son?".

Said the one in the center so that the nutcracker stepped into the light. He proceed then the rats bursted in laughter, one of them even cried a little.

"You said... haha you would kill us all!? HA! you there standing tall!?".-Spitted with sarcasm one on the left side.

The one with the cane stopped laughing drastically and screamed: "Shut up!".

The others went quite quickly after this said. "If you haven't noticed this toy smell he's rotten like hell".

The lacais quickly aimed with their ugly noses to the nutcracker. "He smells like blood... from rats! and something abominable like... CAT!!"

Driven by fear they took a step away from the nutcracker and hided on the back of the rat in the center almost simultaneously. The rat swinged the cane and scowled as he pointed our hero, impotent and not knowing what to say she yelled and clenching her teeth she started breathing both hate and fear. They scramed through an old pipe that probably lead to the sewers, it was located behind the crying victim that was laying on the dirt.

He remembered the cat licked his face and they probably got scared by that scent. But still, he was glad that they left the prey be. He putted away the sword and approached slowly to the sobbing doll."It's safe now madame, there's nothing here for you to fear" said the savior with timidity. She was covering her face with her hands, I loved the way her hair felt from her head covering her shoulders and arms as she was sitting there on the floor. There were small pieces of porcelain on the mud she was hurt from an encounter with them before.

"If I may say... where you lay... is no place to rest. You should stand up or you will ruin your dress".- Said the nutcracker always worried about decency.

Sadness polluted the air as she moved slowly her hand from her face and lifted it gently as if to be helped or kissed on the back of her palm. The nutcracker kissed her hand and then helped her to stand up carefully, after all she was a delicate doll. He finally reached her face and she was beautiful. It was pale with a cute round tip nose that made her lips look sharply drawn and well proporcioned. But then the death of beauty. She had cracks on her chin and the lower side of her cheek she was shattering. She gathered strengh and said:

"Porcelain broken chin... orders of the rat king"