Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2020 2:02:08 GMT
Deep within the underbelly of Rasus, the dimly candlelit room housed a large segregated gathering of men and women. The scented candles released an aroma of lavender. The hollow underbelly of the city carried the voices of the gatherers. A man wearing a traditional priest robe, but with an unauthorized stitching depicting a flower upon the front stood above the crowd.
"Brothers and Sisters, let us pray. Pray we do not succumb to the temptations that Cato did. That we rise up and not indulge in these condemned acts. The false prophets apothefication is an insult to the Miserssiah and his true followers. Ones by the example by the Seeress. ones who see death as the gateway to bliss, ones who will not be tempted by the lies of the Book of Cato, the ones who embrace the virtues of man with the blessings by the divine, are those who may take their rest alongside the Seeress and the Miserssiah. Let us pray!"
The crowd grew silent and the voice of the priest carried on through the dim halls. They bowed their heads and prayed in silence. The priest broke the silence as he opened a book and read aloud.
The unchivalrous strike us down.
But in our eternal rest, upon her lap,
we find solace, comfort, and virility.
The motherly warmth is a cloak.
It dispels temptations, and corruption.
Her warmth replaces our own,
as ours seeps out as our life fades.
The mosaic nature of our fait is fluid.
Molded by faith and fortunes.
Upon our death,
our mosaic fortunes are displayed.
Our life a tale for others, not ourselves.
Our life is for the Miserssiah.
Our duty is to the Seeress.
Our purpose is that of death.
"Brothers and Sisters, let us pray. Pray we do not succumb to the temptations that Cato did. That we rise up and not indulge in these condemned acts. The false prophets apothefication is an insult to the Miserssiah and his true followers. Ones by the example by the Seeress. ones who see death as the gateway to bliss, ones who will not be tempted by the lies of the Book of Cato, the ones who embrace the virtues of man with the blessings by the divine, are those who may take their rest alongside the Seeress and the Miserssiah. Let us pray!"
The crowd grew silent and the voice of the priest carried on through the dim halls. They bowed their heads and prayed in silence. The priest broke the silence as he opened a book and read aloud.
The unchivalrous strike us down.
But in our eternal rest, upon her lap,
we find solace, comfort, and virility.
The motherly warmth is a cloak.
It dispels temptations, and corruption.
Her warmth replaces our own,
as ours seeps out as our life fades.
The mosaic nature of our fait is fluid.
Molded by faith and fortunes.
Upon our death,
our mosaic fortunes are displayed.
Our life a tale for others, not ourselves.
Our life is for the Miserssiah.
Our duty is to the Seeress.
Our purpose is that of death.