I am the harbinger.
I am the Earth, the mud, the clay.
The oceans,
the rivers,
the skys,
the stars.

I am every single drop in the endless.
Omnipresent.
Incessant.
I am everything.

I stumble through my sins
upon bloodied stumps, wailing;
commanding reverence,
demanding repentance.

Behind me I drag a cart of corpses.
A putrid pile, a decaying mass.
Dripping sinew,
waste,
wet meat.
They are your family.

I know your every weakness, your regrets.
I wander the halls of your home,
the arteries of your mind.
Imagine what I could do.

Hide your kin, your daughters, your husbands.
I wield my power carelessly, violently.
One day I will come to you,
you will beg for relief.

But you will not get it.
You have lost them all.
You will live in this hell.
That you have created for yourself.

THIS INTOXICATING PARASITISM

I NEED THEM TO SUFFER AND I NEED THEM TO KNOW THE SPIRITUAL PLAGUE THEY HATH WROUGHT UPON ME AND YOU HAVE TO DESTROY THEM AND YOU MUST STRIKE THEM DOWN LORD

IT IS THE ONLY WAY

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