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RANGER YOU ARE THE MAN! TRUE IRON BROTHER. !!
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Heh heh heh heh...Kinda puts a lump in your throat doesn't it......
Heh heh heh...Ain't I the shit....
Ranger
Heh heh heh...Ain't I the shit....
Ranger
The Ranger
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Ah What da Hell...Here's a few to make ya think....heh heh heh....outa read my songs, they're totally fucked....Of course GHB may have helped a wee, wee, wee....bit
Dear Iron God, I Miss My Daddy
My daddy is an Iron Brother,
And to the Iron Throne he's been true.
He didn't come home from the gym last night,
Mommy says he's in Iron Heaven with you.
I'm worried about my daddy Iron God,
He's never been away from training before,
Mommy cried when she told me,
That we wouldn't see daddy no more.
I don't know what it was,
That mommy was trying to explain.
She said the Iron Brother's weren't bad men,
And their lives are not lost in vain.
Now I don't know what that means Iron God
All I know is we miss daddy a lot.
Because tomorrow is my birthday,
And I sure hope he hasn't forgot.
I've followed in my daddy's footsteps,
And Bleed Iron everday.
I hope I make him proud Iron God,
Everynight, for this I pray.
I miss those rough and callused hands,
That held me gentle so.
Are you sure you didn't make a mistake,
Did my daddy have to go?
Iron God if my daddy is up there in heaven,
Please tell him as soon as his lifts are free.
To hurry back home as fast as he can,
Because we miss him, mommy and me.
Thank you Iron God, Amen
Ranger
HAVE YOU SEEN?
They raise their callused hands,
And swear as their bodies shook.
They are all seem so eager,
Never once a second look.
Their families are sometimes proud,
Though at times they seem a bit scared.
These servants of the Iron Throne,
With lonely lives they've nevered shared.
Not once shared with the common ones,
Yet shared with those who hurt.
Will not be shared with the helpless,
Only those who remain alert.
These servants of the Iron Throne,
Never once kicked or knocked down.
They at times seem all to common,
For they work in your home town.
They struggle only to find their place,
At night the pain denies sleep,
These folks wearing callused hands,
The very ones you're afraid to meet.
They diet and take no chances,
They refuse to cheat at all.
Not one will stand to help them,
Through the grunts and pain they call.
It could be your father,
Who grunts with pain each day,
It could even be your wife,
Who sweats the day away .
I've seen them all too quiet,
When an Iron Brother has suddenly died,
I've seen them finally break down,
and watched as they shook, and cried.
And after a day of pain,
That somehow is finally done.
I've watched as they left their place,
While the common ones point and have their fun.
They've walked sadly away,
Not even a single glance.
These men and women loved by the Iron God,
That serve his Throne by fate and chance.
Well, I will always remember,
The Brothers who serve the Throne true.
These Iron Brothers who work so hard,
They do it for themselves, not for you!.
Some have died from all causes
that you may, or may not know,
They do it from their Iron Hearts,
Never once do they let the pain show.
The squat rack they'll not neglect,
Hidden from the Common One's abuse.
And sometimes they have made mistakes,
Never once would they utter an excuse.
Whatever may be their sins
The Common One's will not soon forget,
Yet, the Iron God loves them much,
For there's no price on their number of sets.
Ranger
Is it Real...
Tainted by these worldly truths
Anchored to the lies
Inside is nothing
But a hollow longing for more
Entity of excess
Trapped in the walls of desire
Fear is the wondering
If the power is within us
To make our dreams a reality
Dancing on the razor's edge of ecstasy
Falling into a sea of lust and greed
Clinging to our convictions
As the Monastery walls crumble
Echo's from a time anew
Sent crashing through barriers
Unleashes a vision of life
Yet unlived...
Is it real...
Ranger
Machine
Peace is a demon seed resting inside all of us
Can't let the demon free
It is chaos that keeps us going
To carry us to enlightenment
We are brought together by nothing
Locked with our dreamscape
The dream becomes a reality
Soon is formation of myths
Our greatness is nothing
But a faith in ourselves
An understanding of our fears
The mass we seek
Can be felt reaching out
It will find the destionation
Within us
To become us
No knowledge is beyond our limits
Feel the earth with our eyes
Touch the sun with our soul
Sometimes the pain is concealed is sugar
Sweet touch of death
We survive of sarcasm and irony
Letting it build to a fester
Until the explosion
Creates the Machine
Only a beginning
Never an end...
Ranger
Pariah
I am Pariah
Bound forever
To myself
Lost and dreaming still
No matter what I do
Can't take it any longer
Will you burn with me
Will you die with me
In Hell I think I could understand everything
I am Pariah
I am the light you've been waiting for
Ranger
And one for the Ladies of Iron....Can't forget them now can we!!!
Women Of Iron
Some house's try to hide the truth,
that Women of Iron dwell in there.
Our house's show it openly,
the signs are everywhere.
We know sacrifice, and feel the pain,
sometimes we don't know one, from the other.
We've always been in the Game of Iron,
but first, we're housewives and mother's.
In the gym, we find our freedom,
they are special times you know.
At night we lay and wonder,
just where did all that time go?
They look upon us differently,
and even Iron Brother's sometimes do.
Yet, we have to be warm and understanding,
and have a wonderful gentlness too!
We've answered for all our mistakes,
no matter how big or small.
We divide our time between the gym and family,
but, family is placed above it all.
We never asked for compassion,
to make our pain fall away.
Maybe a smile, and a kind word,
a compliment, just one...someday!
We try to share our wisdom,
and give insight into a woman's skill.
In return, we get smirks and stares,
and answers that make us ill!
Faced our trials and tribulations,
fought our battles of love.
Through it all, we found our strength,
from the Iron God up above!
We hate all mirror's, can't pass them by,
and still not believing the sight.
Walked away with tears in our eyes,
and lay awake wondering each night.
We accept the thought of lonliness,
in your eyes, should we ever fail.
We have never denied we are different,
for the Iron God made us...FEMALES!!!!
Ranger
Enjoy Brutha's & Sista's
Dear Iron God, I Miss My Daddy
My daddy is an Iron Brother,
And to the Iron Throne he's been true.
He didn't come home from the gym last night,
Mommy says he's in Iron Heaven with you.
I'm worried about my daddy Iron God,
He's never been away from training before,
Mommy cried when she told me,
That we wouldn't see daddy no more.
I don't know what it was,
That mommy was trying to explain.
She said the Iron Brother's weren't bad men,
And their lives are not lost in vain.
Now I don't know what that means Iron God
All I know is we miss daddy a lot.
Because tomorrow is my birthday,
And I sure hope he hasn't forgot.
I've followed in my daddy's footsteps,
And Bleed Iron everday.
I hope I make him proud Iron God,
Everynight, for this I pray.
I miss those rough and callused hands,
That held me gentle so.
Are you sure you didn't make a mistake,
Did my daddy have to go?
Iron God if my daddy is up there in heaven,
Please tell him as soon as his lifts are free.
To hurry back home as fast as he can,
Because we miss him, mommy and me.
Thank you Iron God, Amen
Ranger
HAVE YOU SEEN?
They raise their callused hands,
And swear as their bodies shook.
They are all seem so eager,
Never once a second look.
Their families are sometimes proud,
Though at times they seem a bit scared.
These servants of the Iron Throne,
With lonely lives they've nevered shared.
Not once shared with the common ones,
Yet shared with those who hurt.
Will not be shared with the helpless,
Only those who remain alert.
These servants of the Iron Throne,
Never once kicked or knocked down.
They at times seem all to common,
For they work in your home town.
They struggle only to find their place,
At night the pain denies sleep,
These folks wearing callused hands,
The very ones you're afraid to meet.
They diet and take no chances,
They refuse to cheat at all.
Not one will stand to help them,
Through the grunts and pain they call.
It could be your father,
Who grunts with pain each day,
It could even be your wife,
Who sweats the day away .
I've seen them all too quiet,
When an Iron Brother has suddenly died,
I've seen them finally break down,
and watched as they shook, and cried.
And after a day of pain,
That somehow is finally done.
I've watched as they left their place,
While the common ones point and have their fun.
They've walked sadly away,
Not even a single glance.
These men and women loved by the Iron God,
That serve his Throne by fate and chance.
Well, I will always remember,
The Brothers who serve the Throne true.
These Iron Brothers who work so hard,
They do it for themselves, not for you!.
Some have died from all causes
that you may, or may not know,
They do it from their Iron Hearts,
Never once do they let the pain show.
The squat rack they'll not neglect,
Hidden from the Common One's abuse.
And sometimes they have made mistakes,
Never once would they utter an excuse.
Whatever may be their sins
The Common One's will not soon forget,
Yet, the Iron God loves them much,
For there's no price on their number of sets.
Ranger
Is it Real...
Tainted by these worldly truths
Anchored to the lies
Inside is nothing
But a hollow longing for more
Entity of excess
Trapped in the walls of desire
Fear is the wondering
If the power is within us
To make our dreams a reality
Dancing on the razor's edge of ecstasy
Falling into a sea of lust and greed
Clinging to our convictions
As the Monastery walls crumble
Echo's from a time anew
Sent crashing through barriers
Unleashes a vision of life
Yet unlived...
Is it real...
Ranger
Machine
Peace is a demon seed resting inside all of us
Can't let the demon free
It is chaos that keeps us going
To carry us to enlightenment
We are brought together by nothing
Locked with our dreamscape
The dream becomes a reality
Soon is formation of myths
Our greatness is nothing
But a faith in ourselves
An understanding of our fears
The mass we seek
Can be felt reaching out
It will find the destionation
Within us
To become us
No knowledge is beyond our limits
Feel the earth with our eyes
Touch the sun with our soul
Sometimes the pain is concealed is sugar
Sweet touch of death
We survive of sarcasm and irony
Letting it build to a fester
Until the explosion
Creates the Machine
Only a beginning
Never an end...
Ranger
Pariah
I am Pariah
Bound forever
To myself
Lost and dreaming still
No matter what I do
Can't take it any longer
Will you burn with me
Will you die with me
In Hell I think I could understand everything
I am Pariah
I am the light you've been waiting for
Ranger
And one for the Ladies of Iron....Can't forget them now can we!!!
Women Of Iron
Some house's try to hide the truth,
that Women of Iron dwell in there.
Our house's show it openly,
the signs are everywhere.
We know sacrifice, and feel the pain,
sometimes we don't know one, from the other.
We've always been in the Game of Iron,
but first, we're housewives and mother's.
In the gym, we find our freedom,
they are special times you know.
At night we lay and wonder,
just where did all that time go?
They look upon us differently,
and even Iron Brother's sometimes do.
Yet, we have to be warm and understanding,
and have a wonderful gentlness too!
We've answered for all our mistakes,
no matter how big or small.
We divide our time between the gym and family,
but, family is placed above it all.
We never asked for compassion,
to make our pain fall away.
Maybe a smile, and a kind word,
a compliment, just one...someday!
We try to share our wisdom,
and give insight into a woman's skill.
In return, we get smirks and stares,
and answers that make us ill!
Faced our trials and tribulations,
fought our battles of love.
Through it all, we found our strength,
from the Iron God up above!
We hate all mirror's, can't pass them by,
and still not believing the sight.
Walked away with tears in our eyes,
and lay awake wondering each night.
We accept the thought of lonliness,
in your eyes, should we ever fail.
We have never denied we are different,
for the Iron God made us...FEMALES!!!!
Ranger
Enjoy Brutha's & Sista's
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Heh heh heh....ain't it KHULE....
Ranger
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Here's another whic is quite popular among the " Brotherhood " Enjoy...
Gods of Thunder
The Iron Brother stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to be.
He hoped his hands were callused enough,
So his spirit may be set free.
" Step to the Iron Throne, Brother,
How shall I deal with you?"
" Have you bled Iron daily,
To this throne have you been true?"
I give homage to this Iron Throne,
And at times my talk was tough.
Sometimes I've been violent,
Cause this life is fuck'in rough.
Yea, I never scammed a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep.
I pounded Iron through overtime,
When the gains came to steep.
I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times, I shook with fear.
And sometimes Iron God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I do not belong in this place,
Among the people down here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Iron God,
It needn't be so grand.
I won't expect you to spot too much,
And if you don't, I'll understand.
There was silence around the Iron Bar Throne,
Where Iron Brothers had often trod.
As the Brother waited quietly,
For the judgement of his Iron God.
You do not belong down there,
With those who stare in wonder.
Your place is here, Brother,
Among the Gods of Thunder.
Step forward now, Brother,
You've lifted your burdens well.
Lift peacefully with your Iron Brothers,
You've done your time in HELL !!!
Ranger
Gods of Thunder
The Iron Brother stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to be.
He hoped his hands were callused enough,
So his spirit may be set free.
" Step to the Iron Throne, Brother,
How shall I deal with you?"
" Have you bled Iron daily,
To this throne have you been true?"
I give homage to this Iron Throne,
And at times my talk was tough.
Sometimes I've been violent,
Cause this life is fuck'in rough.
Yea, I never scammed a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep.
I pounded Iron through overtime,
When the gains came to steep.
I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times, I shook with fear.
And sometimes Iron God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I do not belong in this place,
Among the people down here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Iron God,
It needn't be so grand.
I won't expect you to spot too much,
And if you don't, I'll understand.
There was silence around the Iron Bar Throne,
Where Iron Brothers had often trod.
As the Brother waited quietly,
For the judgement of his Iron God.
You do not belong down there,
With those who stare in wonder.
Your place is here, Brother,
Among the Gods of Thunder.
Step forward now, Brother,
You've lifted your burdens well.
Lift peacefully with your Iron Brothers,
You've done your time in HELL !!!
Ranger
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