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| Carnival of Carnage:Welcome to the show, the traveling ghetto. No longer will the ghetto just be that slum that you keep your kids away from, that slum you drive through pointing and gawking at. No longer will the ghetto just be that slum that you hear about on the news and think "Thank God that shit don't happen around hear." If someone from this hell hole wonders into your 'punk ass' neihborhood, he is quickly noticed and harrassed by some fuckin' pig or somethin', and shunned back into the home you gave him. As you watch the kids play in the park on your street you never even think about the kids in the ghetto, you might say to yourself "do they have parks?" "Do they even have kids in the ghetto?" "Fuck it, that ain't my concern." If you dont care then who does? Not them old "jack-offs" in the white house. Shit, last year we lost more lives in Detroit do to urban violence than we did in during Operation Desert Storm! So far ten months wa sat in the desert jackin-off, spendin billions on bombs and shit, while right here at home, mutha fuckas were dyin every night! So if some sap stubs his toe in Cuba we'll send over a few thousand tanks to make sure his punk ass is OK. Right here though, we are dying and killing each other off in our own country, because of what i call.....Ghetto Insanity. When a boy grows up with crack smoke bein blown in his face, trippin over dead bodieson his way to school and getting his ass beat by an over worked, drunk father, chances are he wont grow up to be a doctor or lawyer. Instead he will become one with his enviroment, which is only natural. If one is raised by a pack of wild crackheads, he will then become a wild craackhead, the only solution is to end this enviroment. We must eliminate all poverty stricken neighborhoods, this way there will be no products of the ghetto. Instaed of the U.S. spending billions on war and wasting trillions on shit like rockets, Stealth Bombers, that don't even fly and fuckin' Star Wars shit that dont even work, they should be spending tha loat on our own needs right here in America! Instead of sending our troops to fuckin Guatamala, or some shit, bring them to our own neibhorhoods in need. Tear down all these abandoned buildings and build new schools, instead of these old ass shit holes they expext us to learn in. Build clinics and shelters, fix roads, build shopping malls in the inner cities to create jobs, give us something to live for. This would cure "Ghetto Insanity" and free our minds! The government wont help though, because it's mostly poor minorities that cant afford to pay their taxes, so they let us rot, and rot. If rich tax payers were killing each other, the government would put an end to that shit real quick, but its not, its just us, so we rot, and rot. Years of breathing the souls of rotted minds, I have developed a bad cause of "Ghetto Insanity." I walk the streets and I'm stared at as a freak show, less then human, an orge walking the streets paved with gold. Twisted somewhere in this fried brain of mine, I have a plan. If those of the ghetto are nothing more than carnival exibits to the upper class, then let's give them the show they deserve to see. No more bearing of this show because you can witness it in your own front yard! A traveling mass of carnage, the same carnage we witness daily in the ghetto, can be yours to witness, feel, and suffer. No longer killing one another, but killing ones who ignored our cries for help. FREE PASSES FOR GOVERNOR'S FAMILY! Like a hurricane leaving a trail of destruction, the ghetto on wheels, Bitch! My views may be ugly, but so are the blood stains on the streets I roam. If there is no change soon, tickets will be issued to....The Carnival of Carnage -Violent J The Ringmaster:Who's Guilty? The day has come, the time of reckoning. Who will parish in the dreaded hell and who's soul will be content within the pleasures of heaven? Looking past the words spoken with a wicked tongue and looking past the words spoken wit a wicked tongue and looking past the evil deeds done within ones life, but instead looking past the evil deeds done within ones life, but instead looking into the conscious of man. What is the real evil that seems to plague mankind? Who are the real demons that walk this earth? Is those who's minds have become devious because of a lifetime spent inside of a caged hell, or is it those who invented this caged hell years ago and did nothing to help destroy it yet? Who's guilty, Frankenstein or the doctor who created him? The sword, or the man who has slain with it? Which is the real evil, the man who kills another for food or the man who does not share his food to avoid the killing. While you sit in judgement of a crimnal, you may very well be the one who's guilty. Guilty of greed, Deception, and hate. Those who are rejected at the gates of heaven, shall be dragged off into the pitts of hell. Viciously torn from this life by the non-living, the phantoms of dead. These beasts take the form of a demented carnival, that of a wicked, dark circus, led by one. One who was created by your own evil ways, one who will judge your very fate. The one known only as........ THE RINGMASTER The Riddlebox:Time flows like a dark horde, consuming all in its path. Man lives life in the blink of an eye. just as day becomes night, all life fades into death. In death, each person will be judged for his deads performed while alive. There are the few who walk a life of person, and there are those who trod the path of greed. There souls are host to demons. Time slows near each persons end. Those who deeds were evil, grasp onto life as long as they can because though they dont know what awaits them in the afterlife. They feel for them. It is an honor beyond words. Time slops in this world. As the heart becomes still and soul leaves the body, in the afterlfie, time is eternal, and even in death it is but a new beginning. For you see, when you step into death your soul steps upon the floor of a dark chamber and you look to see it empty, except for a strange looking boy on an old wooden table. On the front of the boy, you will see a painted question mark faded with time and a twisted crank handle on its side. Turning the handle, a sharp larmonic tunewill fills the air. For evil ones this sound will be deafening noise reverbrating off the walls and building into a climatic terror, but the surprise is when the music slops as you keep slowly turning the handle... And the top of the box pops. For a few, they will see a vision of God with a wash of golden light, warming their souls as they step foward into eternal peace. For most will see a fog seeping from the box, stripping their sanity, as they witness a magic from Hell, spawned and formed from there own evil: a hideous reflection of their demented souls. The floor of the room begins falling away as they plummet into a bottomless pit full of shadowy creatures, forever to be loast in a sinister void. What will be in store for you is a mystery, but if you take a look within yourself, you will find the answer, for you know. You still have time to change to outcome of..... THE MIGHTY RIDDLEBOX The Great Milenko:From deep within the Netherlands of shadow walkers comes yet another exibit of the Dark Carnival, he is the master of the art of using magic without using magic. He is the Necromaster... the craft of using magic through the dead, dead meaning both physically and mentally. This spectacle shall be witnessed only by those whoare meant to see it. Look deep inside your soul and ask yourself... Do you hold a ticket to witness the show? The answer lies within yourself, he is forth to rise. He feeds upon one's own greed. He is powered by ones own jealousy, lust and temptation. to enivision yourself with something that rightfully does not belong to you... that is the illusion cast by him. To act upon this vision and seek it out at the expense of another... that is the magic cast by him. Conrinious dreamers of profit at the cost of another pladged and haunted by his wizardry. Others are content and satisfied with what they achieve by themselvesand havenot the urge to tamper with another's well being for quick gain. They see him only as a hoax and see no illusion or magic by he. It is simple... he is you. His illusions are your evil thoughts. Your evil acts are his magic- Yesterday, now, and forever. You and he are the forth to rise... You and he are the master of necormesy... You the dead and him the magic. Together, you and he are The Great Milenko The Amazing Jeckel Brothers:His glow of compasion kindles the heart, like a campfire on a cold winter's eve. His embers burn eternally, spreading the flame of mercy like a warm blanket over the shoulders of a vagobond. His kindness is fueled by sympathy for human suffering, but his inferno of rightous cause, incinerates creatures of sin to ash. The torch of his salvation guides wonderers in the dark obyss to freedom. Its flaring sparks float on the winds of change, like soaring birds recently freed from the essence of his being, radiating the land with childish joy. He has many names, but for now let it be spoken like a melodic music drifting through the air. He's Jake true indeed... Jake Jeckel. His evil influence flows from the city streets like red molten ooze, filling every alley and gutter. There are those who are burnt by it, like the charred remains of a napalm strike. He moves in silence, yet with his heat comes ear-shattering screams as the masses are scorched in his choking smoke of corruption. His fire consumes like a lethal injection flowing through the veins of a dying convict. Hosts of small red ants crawl in the wake of his presence, biting and stinging flesh. His holocaust fills the woods of hope and prosperity like a wave of hungry piranhas on a newborn lamb. He goes by many names, but for now let it be spoken like the force of a fireball bursting into a crowd. He's Jack, pure and simple... Jack Jeckel. Emerging from the Dark Carnival like phantom smoke drifting into the minds of men. They are the juggling masters, Jack "the sinister" and Jake "the just" juggle the sins of mortal men. The price of admission to their show is a mere human soul. When death creeps 'round and life decays, the deported spirit will begin its journey. A vision of a candle will begin to form like a distant dream with billowing smoke rising from its eternal flame. In this thick haze the deceased will begin to see an image of Jake and Jack Jeckel juggling red balls between themselves. Each ball soaked in fresh, blood and pulsating like an erraits living heart. For every sin commited in a mortal's life, another ball is added to their unearthly performance and the harder it becomes. The deceased will witness sinister Jack throwing Jake curves in a vile attempt to see a ball drop. For if if they should fumble in their act, a pit of infinite evil shall open beneath the feet of the viewer and cast the soul into an eternity of pain and suffering. Success on the other hand, opens the gates of Shangri-la and grants one ascension into pure enlightment and peace. Jack and Jake Jeckel rest in all of us for they are the very fabric of our being, conscience and soul. There is no escape from their juggling act because there is no way to escape from ourselves. Only in death will we relize this as we "twist and spin to the other side". The Sixth Joker's Card:The Sixth Joker's card is the most anticipated ICP release by far. It has consistantly been the most talked about subject among juggalos for years. Many rumors abound, but the fact remains that, no one really knows for sure . |
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