FROM "THE JOURNALS OF A MINOR PRIEST OF THE SACRED OUTER CHAMBER":
She Came As One Transfixed By The Very Depths Of Wickedness:
"Your search for happiness within these broken sheaves is not yet utterly in vain; despite the overwhelming danger of these dreary and disheartening times, each seed of innocence and hope shall grow, to yeild the righteous fruits of heavenly reward."
Another humble messenger from the dusty fields, come unto The Sacred Outer Chamber, seeking to disuade those who would place their faith within The One Light and Wisdom of the Golden Calf, our only true benefactor, our only solitary care-taker, our only taste of the divine, promising salvation.
"I have seen his mighty face, and I have heard his voice in dreams. He grants us the bounty of his harvest, and provides for us as guests, at his feasting table. All the long years of our lives shall be savoured, within the wonderous blessings he would see bestown upon his people."
Her voice alive with fervour and conviction, her eyes alight with some dark unholy fire, she strives to see all that we have built condemned; she labours that our teachings, and the will of the divine, be written simply upon the hearts and minds of we, The Sacred People. She scoffs at our knowledge, our purpose, our resolve, and desires that others may be lead astray, to the doom she has prepared for them. We cannot allow one so blasphemous and wretched as she to live a moment longer upon this, Our Sacred Earth.
"Your bands of flame and hatred cannot hold me, for I am sent from he of whom I speak; and it is but his sacred message which I have been bidden, upon this monumentous day of days, to share with you, in all the fulfillment of its glory. Your whips and irons, flails and chains will not drive this holy message from my tender heart; I will not be corrupted by your lust for blood, nor gold, nor power."
A raving lunatic, contented by her madness, in need of the firm correction of our ever-loving and judicious hands. A helpless, demented fool, shattered by some dark unholy vision, spawned from her long life of commonness and sin. We felt no pity for her, nor any shreds of reason behind her lying tongue: which is why her tainted blood shall feed the righteous thirst of The One Most High; which is why these unholy visions shall be soundly forced from her broken body, with staves and stones and knives; which is why we find her worthy of this most sanctified and loving punishment, that The Sacred People might learn from her delusion and mistake, to seek the peerless visage of The One Most High.
"Your search for happiness within these broken sheaves is not yet utterly in vain; despite the overwhelming danger of these dreary and disheartening times, each seed of innocence and hope shall grow, to yeild the righteous fruits of heavenly reward."
Another humble messenger from the dusty fields, come unto The Sacred Outer Chamber, seeking to disuade those who would place their faith within The One Light and Wisdom of the Golden Calf, our only true benefactor, our only solitary care-taker, our only taste of the divine, promising salvation.
"I have seen his mighty face, and I have heard his voice in dreams. He grants us the bounty of his harvest, and provides for us as guests, at his feasting table. All the long years of our lives shall be savoured, within the wonderous blessings he would see bestown upon his people."
Her voice alive with fervour and conviction, her eyes alight with some dark unholy fire, she strives to see all that we have built condemned; she labours that our teachings, and the will of the divine, be written simply upon the hearts and minds of we, The Sacred People. She scoffs at our knowledge, our purpose, our resolve, and desires that others may be lead astray, to the doom she has prepared for them. We cannot allow one so blasphemous and wretched as she to live a moment longer upon this, Our Sacred Earth.
"Your bands of flame and hatred cannot hold me, for I am sent from he of whom I speak; and it is but his sacred message which I have been bidden, upon this monumentous day of days, to share with you, in all the fulfillment of its glory. Your whips and irons, flails and chains will not drive this holy message from my tender heart; I will not be corrupted by your lust for blood, nor gold, nor power."
A raving lunatic, contented by her madness, in need of the firm correction of our ever-loving and judicious hands. A helpless, demented fool, shattered by some dark unholy vision, spawned from her long life of commonness and sin. We felt no pity for her, nor any shreds of reason behind her lying tongue: which is why her tainted blood shall feed the righteous thirst of The One Most High; which is why these unholy visions shall be soundly forced from her broken body, with staves and stones and knives; which is why we find her worthy of this most sanctified and loving punishment, that The Sacred People might learn from her delusion and mistake, to seek the peerless visage of The One Most High.
posted by Valhenstrogg | Monday, May 01, 2006
1 Comments:
Over the course of a very pleasant evening, spent with friends, in fellowship, this effective and engaging perspective piece drew itself, almost spontaneously, into being; while maintaining its own quintessential and compelling affinities, based primarily, to the best of my understanding, upon a pronounced obsession with the Books of Moses.
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