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The Ranger
New member
God I love that!!! And here is a little something in tribute to Mr. Rollins!!!
Sacrafice
It was the night before the contest,
the Iron Brother lived all alone.
In a one bedroom house,
made of plaster and stone.
The Iron God came to this home,
for dedication that the Iron Brother did give.
And to look upon the squaller,
where the Iron Brother did live.
He had scars and stretch marks,
sprains and strains of all kinds.
And one pensive thought,
came through the Iron God's mind.
The Iron Brother's house was different,
inside was dark and dreary.
He found the home of an Iron Worshipper,
at once, he could see this clearly.
The Iron Brother lay sleeping,
breathing softly...so silent and alone.
Curled up on the floor,
in this one bedroom home.
The Iron God realized,
of all the Brothers he saw this night.
They were all commited to the Iron Throne,
and the Iron Bar, they were willing to fight.
Iron Brothers around the world,
knew the price they had to pay.
They bleed their Iron through overtime,
and rarely enjoy the light of day.
They bypassed good times, and parties,
each day, every month of the year.
The Iron God felt a kinship,
to the Iron Brother laying here.
The Iron God couldn't help but wonder,
how many Brothers lay alone.
And bodies ached throughout the night,
in these small, one bedroom homes.
Just the very thought,
brought a tear to the Iron Gods eye.
He then dropped to his knees,
and the Iron God began to cry.
The Iron Brother awakened,
and croaked out in a rough voice.
Iron God don't cry,
this life is my choice.
I lift to feel the freedom,
and I do not ask for more.
My life is yours Iron God,
and my body, to it's very core.
The Iron Brother breathed deeply,
and then lay quite, in his eternal sleep.
The Iron God couldn't control it,
and he softly, continued to weep.
The Iron God sat watch,
so silent...and so still.
Until he began to shiver,
at the coldness, of this nights chill.
He didn't want to leave,
on that dark and dreary night.
For the Guardian of the Iron Throne,
lay in death, before the Iron God's sight.
Ranger
Sacrafice
It was the night before the contest,
the Iron Brother lived all alone.
In a one bedroom house,
made of plaster and stone.
The Iron God came to this home,
for dedication that the Iron Brother did give.
And to look upon the squaller,
where the Iron Brother did live.
He had scars and stretch marks,
sprains and strains of all kinds.
And one pensive thought,
came through the Iron God's mind.
The Iron Brother's house was different,
inside was dark and dreary.
He found the home of an Iron Worshipper,
at once, he could see this clearly.
The Iron Brother lay sleeping,
breathing softly...so silent and alone.
Curled up on the floor,
in this one bedroom home.
The Iron God realized,
of all the Brothers he saw this night.
They were all commited to the Iron Throne,
and the Iron Bar, they were willing to fight.
Iron Brothers around the world,
knew the price they had to pay.
They bleed their Iron through overtime,
and rarely enjoy the light of day.
They bypassed good times, and parties,
each day, every month of the year.
The Iron God felt a kinship,
to the Iron Brother laying here.
The Iron God couldn't help but wonder,
how many Brothers lay alone.
And bodies ached throughout the night,
in these small, one bedroom homes.
Just the very thought,
brought a tear to the Iron Gods eye.
He then dropped to his knees,
and the Iron God began to cry.
The Iron Brother awakened,
and croaked out in a rough voice.
Iron God don't cry,
this life is my choice.
I lift to feel the freedom,
and I do not ask for more.
My life is yours Iron God,
and my body, to it's very core.
The Iron Brother breathed deeply,
and then lay quite, in his eternal sleep.
The Iron God couldn't control it,
and he softly, continued to weep.
The Iron God sat watch,
so silent...and so still.
Until he began to shiver,
at the coldness, of this nights chill.
He didn't want to leave,
on that dark and dreary night.
For the Guardian of the Iron Throne,
lay in death, before the Iron God's sight.
Ranger
The Ranger
New member
Heh heh heh....Admit it, Kinda brings a tear to yer eye doesn't it!!!!
Heh heh heh....Enjoy nonetheless...
Ranger
Heh heh heh....Enjoy nonetheless...
Ranger
zarathustra
New member
I'm not crying, its just allergies...yeah, thats it, just allergies.
Truly moving.
Truly moving.
thefantom1
New member
The Ranger said:Heh heh heh....Admit it, Kinda brings a tear to yer eye doesn't it!!!!
Heh heh heh....Enjoy nonetheless...
Ranger
Damn..my contacts are screwing up..... :-(
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Daeo
Well-known member
No disresepect to anyone but...WHY THE FUCK WAS THIS POST MOVED TO THE CHAT BOARD!!! This belongs on a board where it will motivate people to train harder. Not saying that people don't train on the chat board, but there's a whole hell of alot more of people on the anabolic board that train. I could see if this story was off topic and wasn't about bodybuilding at all. But it's one of the most motivating stories I've ever read and it's a shame that it was moved. It's also a shame that posts about rec drug usage seem to stay on the anabolic board and this gets moved. It's a shame that such a beautiful post had to get mixed in with other meaningless posts. Would the mod who moved this please step up and explain why they deemed this post inappropriate???
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