Radio Post #2 (Nightshift 21)
Feb. 16th, 2007 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
damned_radioWith very little warning, for the second time that night, the radios in Landel's clicked on. There was no music this time, just the sound of breathing.
Well, well, well! The self-styled, so-called god has shown his mortal side! I hope you were all paying attention, my friends. See how far the mighty can fall! See the scourges of human pride! Listen well and remember: there is no man who is without weakness! There is no man who is made of stone! Not even your puppet master, your caster of nets, your pompous jailer sailing on his wave of self-importance.
Remember well, my fine cats and frisky birds, while you fret and fuss in your man-made maze. Remember what you've heard.
And keep your heads down in the morning, if you know what's good for you. Don't rock the boat, don't cause a fuss, if you must I can bet you'll regret it. I've heard hangover's are a real killer.
Morning's coming soon, so I've gotta blow. Keep it real, my friends, and I'll see you all next time Mr Sun has gone to sleep.
If you're still around.
And with that, the radios all went silent.
Well, well, well! The self-styled, so-called god has shown his mortal side! I hope you were all paying attention, my friends. See how far the mighty can fall! See the scourges of human pride! Listen well and remember: there is no man who is without weakness! There is no man who is made of stone! Not even your puppet master, your caster of nets, your pompous jailer sailing on his wave of self-importance.
Remember well, my fine cats and frisky birds, while you fret and fuss in your man-made maze. Remember what you've heard.
And keep your heads down in the morning, if you know what's good for you. Don't rock the boat, don't cause a fuss, if you must I can bet you'll regret it. I've heard hangover's are a real killer.
Morning's coming soon, so I've gotta blow. Keep it real, my friends, and I'll see you all next time Mr Sun has gone to sleep.
If you're still around.
And with that, the radios all went silent.
