Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
He who has power is saved from those who don't.
It was a convincing argument for a man who needed direction. Climb the corporate ladder and then rebuild the infrastructure brick by brick.
Merritt's version of the world was sick. A dream born out of fear with the promise that the creator's grip could be strengthened again.
It was a dream though. Full of potential yes, but reality had set in. Merritt was losing power.
In a fit of desperation, in a plea to gain mere space to breath, Merritt courted a virus to overhaul the system.
He who has power is saved from those who don't.
Mark Windham's existence is a contradiction, a continuous search for truth from behind a foundation of lies. A man who claims his haunted past crippled his future, while watching an abundance of wealth in royalties walk in.
Like the Boy Who Cried Wolf, Windham was once respected and trusted by his peers.
The Shadows have always been good to Mark. From conflict, pain, and honesty he's always run to the comfort of it's darkened arms. When the world caught on, Windham lost himself once more. But the right to sin he carved out of a broken past was only for show.
There's no more money to be made from Mark Windham. Merritt can tug, but as Mark full well knows, the strings no longer respond.
Yet, a virus must play it's self out.
It's what thousands have been waiting to see.
It's what those who loved the man, feared the most.
It's what Windham has prolonged for as long as he can.
The Lost Soul has come to an end.
The World Champion is no better than those he once tried to save. In a search for truth, Windham looked as far as he could stand. How can you go forward when you know you'll never be completely clean?
It didn't stop him though. When the end was near before, Mark always found another cause, surprisingly more helpless than the Lost Soul himself. It was a game to Mark, an excuse to ride until the next stop.
Maybe if he truly cared, maybe if in the process of saving others he somehow saved himself, could he have found the cure.
It's why they watched. Why so many stopped to buy a piece of the Lost Soul for posterity.
It never lasts forever.
Not when the truth eventually worms it's way out.
The lack of sanity the World title bought made the monster what it is today.
There's no more money to be made off Mark Windham.
When you feed the beast what it wants, all that's left is for it to grow old, curl up, and die.
The nameless, faceless souls Windham saved, why weren't their voices being heard? Windham listened, and heard a vision of how his greatest act of redemption could be to save the CSWA itself.
That's what the title meant.
From the depth of darkness, Windham returned holding light. He'd put the bottom line on his shoulders, roll the dice, and take another year off his body to see if the lie would still clear.
Grown men aren't taught morality. They choose to believe in it or not based on the actions of their fathers. If true, then Mark is to be pitied for what he witnessed when he was young.
What good would Windham holding the World title do a pack of hungry wolves? Mark cried he offered salvation, but it was a joke many of them had already heard. And for those who listened with virgin ears, it was a curse to Merritt that they weren't in a position to help. They were mere lambs being threatened by a bull.
The complete destruction of Troy's brother, if Windham were to die he wanted it to be a bloody mess.
What crosses will still sell?
What sins has the Lost Soul not yet paid in full for?
The drug addict knows.
Yes, Windham has talked often to those in need of hearing a sermon.
The addict.
Mark came back for him. They've always made money together. And for the future of the CSWA, Merritt's betting their last chapter will make more.
Contradictions.
He who has power is saved from those who don't.
In his search for truth, in the middle of countless sleepless nights, Windham never woke and looked for deliverance in the one place it hid.
Within.
There's more to Mark Windham than dollars and sense. He knows it. Yet it's a curse taught to him by his father, to cry for help only when no one is around.
There's more to Mark Windham.
He breathes.
Therefore hope of at last becoming a man holds.
It won't be easy.
With the cure around his waist, and a dance with the addict nearing, Windham has precious little time to answer the most glaring contradiction.
Can the Lost Soul be saved?
The truth that's haunted Windham for years, sits perched in plain view.
When he's willing.
God only knows how much longer Mark can deny the truth before time and luck run out.
It was a convincing argument for a man who needed direction. Climb the corporate ladder and then rebuild the infrastructure brick by brick.
Merritt's version of the world was sick. A dream born out of fear with the promise that the creator's grip could be strengthened again.
It was a dream though. Full of potential yes, but reality had set in. Merritt was losing power.
In a fit of desperation, in a plea to gain mere space to breath, Merritt courted a virus to overhaul the system.
He who has power is saved from those who don't.
Mark Windham's existence is a contradiction, a continuous search for truth from behind a foundation of lies. A man who claims his haunted past crippled his future, while watching an abundance of wealth in royalties walk in.
Like the Boy Who Cried Wolf, Windham was once respected and trusted by his peers.
The Shadows have always been good to Mark. From conflict, pain, and honesty he's always run to the comfort of it's darkened arms. When the world caught on, Windham lost himself once more. But the right to sin he carved out of a broken past was only for show.
There's no more money to be made from Mark Windham. Merritt can tug, but as Mark full well knows, the strings no longer respond.
Yet, a virus must play it's self out.
It's what thousands have been waiting to see.
It's what those who loved the man, feared the most.
It's what Windham has prolonged for as long as he can.
The Lost Soul has come to an end.
The World Champion is no better than those he once tried to save. In a search for truth, Windham looked as far as he could stand. How can you go forward when you know you'll never be completely clean?
It didn't stop him though. When the end was near before, Mark always found another cause, surprisingly more helpless than the Lost Soul himself. It was a game to Mark, an excuse to ride until the next stop.
Maybe if he truly cared, maybe if in the process of saving others he somehow saved himself, could he have found the cure.
It's why they watched. Why so many stopped to buy a piece of the Lost Soul for posterity.
It never lasts forever.
Not when the truth eventually worms it's way out.
The lack of sanity the World title bought made the monster what it is today.
There's no more money to be made off Mark Windham.
When you feed the beast what it wants, all that's left is for it to grow old, curl up, and die.
The nameless, faceless souls Windham saved, why weren't their voices being heard? Windham listened, and heard a vision of how his greatest act of redemption could be to save the CSWA itself.
That's what the title meant.
From the depth of darkness, Windham returned holding light. He'd put the bottom line on his shoulders, roll the dice, and take another year off his body to see if the lie would still clear.
Grown men aren't taught morality. They choose to believe in it or not based on the actions of their fathers. If true, then Mark is to be pitied for what he witnessed when he was young.
What good would Windham holding the World title do a pack of hungry wolves? Mark cried he offered salvation, but it was a joke many of them had already heard. And for those who listened with virgin ears, it was a curse to Merritt that they weren't in a position to help. They were mere lambs being threatened by a bull.
The complete destruction of Troy's brother, if Windham were to die he wanted it to be a bloody mess.
What crosses will still sell?
What sins has the Lost Soul not yet paid in full for?
The drug addict knows.
Yes, Windham has talked often to those in need of hearing a sermon.
The addict.
Mark came back for him. They've always made money together. And for the future of the CSWA, Merritt's betting their last chapter will make more.
Contradictions.
He who has power is saved from those who don't.
In his search for truth, in the middle of countless sleepless nights, Windham never woke and looked for deliverance in the one place it hid.
Within.
There's more to Mark Windham than dollars and sense. He knows it. Yet it's a curse taught to him by his father, to cry for help only when no one is around.
There's more to Mark Windham.
He breathes.
Therefore hope of at last becoming a man holds.
It won't be easy.
With the cure around his waist, and a dance with the addict nearing, Windham has precious little time to answer the most glaring contradiction.
Can the Lost Soul be saved?
The truth that's haunted Windham for years, sits perched in plain view.
When he's willing.
God only knows how much longer Mark can deny the truth before time and luck run out.