soxwon
09-18-2007, 03:51 PM
We Will Be LEGENDS!!!
As the leaves a changing, in baseballs fall season
the 05 champs, have become the also rans-a
wit perhaps deir worst season in milleniums
forgetfully behind them, as they go thru the motions
of finishing the 07 season.
Their rivals in Da windy city, have coersed themselves
to a possible playoff run, shameing the sox season even fuller.
Somehow Osama Bin Pinella, has lead his Evil serpents
Into the doorstep-a, of da Promised land.
Have no fear Chisox elite, the mighty guns of the winning
teams that remain, will end the Flubs reign- Quickly
As we lay the battered corpses of our once Hero's down.
The young exuberant spirts, have shown they will be back
With a force, so swift-a, so affluent in the ways of winning
that baseball will once again, be overtaken by them.
Soldiers of Da baseball Gods, will once again reclaim their throne.
Gladiators Fields,Owens, Dye and Crede .
Lil Richar, Paulie, AJ, and Thome will return
With a burning ember of futility, stuck in there crawl.
To once again Flame up and burn down the Resistance
that will attempt to stop them- But the Sox Torch will remain Lit for
all to see.
General's Ozzie, and KW will go about to fill the roster
with winning, grinding, never say die, unified warriors
allways remembering the humility and pain of the 07 campaign.
The central Division will lay down before the Sox "chosen few"
and the swords of winning, will desecrate the Twins, Tigers and
Indjuns.
Bow your heads mighty sox elite, and re-unite my brotha's
and my sista's of the Church of Da Pale Hose,
Try to forget this dying season, and look to Da future
As it is so bright, it has been written, in baseball scripture
that the Tsunami of South, will engulf all teams, and Rise up, through
the muck
and take its place-a, at the altar of Da baseball Gods.
Fore it is in Da FAITH of its Followers, that exceeds all others.
Its in OUR belief, that the winning will be born
And Unify our men in black and silver, To go about
And follow our commands, and win like never before
Once again, lifting Up to the Pinacle of Success.
And to those of you who want to wallow, choking on their tears
Of collective defeatism, and non belief that it won't happen
I pray for thee, as you're not WANTED in our Kingdom any longer
The baseball Gods will send its army of Angels down
To swoop you up, and deposit you into Hells Kitchen
On Clark and Addison, where you will be embraced.
SO as we gather to bury, our defeated boys
Who fought gallantly, but failed miserably.
Into the depths of the bowels of the earth
Some happy moments, came of this season
But the majority was disheartening and distastefully bitter
But out of the soil in the year of 08
Shall rise a Unified, brigade of Strong, dignified, indestructible
Band of brothers, to take over, the Fortress walls of Da Cell
And fight, for all that is the White Sox Army of fans
And the reward will be given. At fall 08's end.
The Southsiders will rise again
And Smiles will prevail, to its believers, its faith, its Fans.
May the Baseball Gods bless you all
In the Autumn of the passage of the 07 season
And hold your heads up strong, as We will rise in the Spring-a
Take care my brotha's and sisters
With Love and Honor, will unite us all.
But its your faith, and belief, that will prevail.
And strengthen us, to fight on.
Then we will be Legends, Forever more.
Da Reverand Soxwon
As the leaves a changing, in baseballs fall season
the 05 champs, have become the also rans-a
wit perhaps deir worst season in milleniums
forgetfully behind them, as they go thru the motions
of finishing the 07 season.
Their rivals in Da windy city, have coersed themselves
to a possible playoff run, shameing the sox season even fuller.
Somehow Osama Bin Pinella, has lead his Evil serpents
Into the doorstep-a, of da Promised land.
Have no fear Chisox elite, the mighty guns of the winning
teams that remain, will end the Flubs reign- Quickly
As we lay the battered corpses of our once Hero's down.
The young exuberant spirts, have shown they will be back
With a force, so swift-a, so affluent in the ways of winning
that baseball will once again, be overtaken by them.
Soldiers of Da baseball Gods, will once again reclaim their throne.
Gladiators Fields,Owens, Dye and Crede .
Lil Richar, Paulie, AJ, and Thome will return
With a burning ember of futility, stuck in there crawl.
To once again Flame up and burn down the Resistance
that will attempt to stop them- But the Sox Torch will remain Lit for
all to see.
General's Ozzie, and KW will go about to fill the roster
with winning, grinding, never say die, unified warriors
allways remembering the humility and pain of the 07 campaign.
The central Division will lay down before the Sox "chosen few"
and the swords of winning, will desecrate the Twins, Tigers and
Indjuns.
Bow your heads mighty sox elite, and re-unite my brotha's
and my sista's of the Church of Da Pale Hose,
Try to forget this dying season, and look to Da future
As it is so bright, it has been written, in baseball scripture
that the Tsunami of South, will engulf all teams, and Rise up, through
the muck
and take its place-a, at the altar of Da baseball Gods.
Fore it is in Da FAITH of its Followers, that exceeds all others.
Its in OUR belief, that the winning will be born
And Unify our men in black and silver, To go about
And follow our commands, and win like never before
Once again, lifting Up to the Pinacle of Success.
And to those of you who want to wallow, choking on their tears
Of collective defeatism, and non belief that it won't happen
I pray for thee, as you're not WANTED in our Kingdom any longer
The baseball Gods will send its army of Angels down
To swoop you up, and deposit you into Hells Kitchen
On Clark and Addison, where you will be embraced.
SO as we gather to bury, our defeated boys
Who fought gallantly, but failed miserably.
Into the depths of the bowels of the earth
Some happy moments, came of this season
But the majority was disheartening and distastefully bitter
But out of the soil in the year of 08
Shall rise a Unified, brigade of Strong, dignified, indestructible
Band of brothers, to take over, the Fortress walls of Da Cell
And fight, for all that is the White Sox Army of fans
And the reward will be given. At fall 08's end.
The Southsiders will rise again
And Smiles will prevail, to its believers, its faith, its Fans.
May the Baseball Gods bless you all
In the Autumn of the passage of the 07 season
And hold your heads up strong, as We will rise in the Spring-a
Take care my brotha's and sisters
With Love and Honor, will unite us all.
But its your faith, and belief, that will prevail.
And strengthen us, to fight on.
Then we will be Legends, Forever more.
Da Reverand Soxwon