A sacrifice Unto the Gods (( Journals of Prophets))
The circal gathers Hoods are drawn and robes are dawned a sacrifice This night is made Our numbers to be made one less From My place i watch Choking back the distain Staring at her as she readys her self a choice i cannot effect She gives herself to the gods this night She gives the Life They gave her back
For this Night with a Blade anoited In Blood of the false priest She gives her self Thinking her Gift will not be in vain Sadly it shall be For the false priest Is but a puppet Dancing On the strings Strung for him By a Prophet He thinks this is what her Gods want For that is what the prophet Told him But this Coventant Drawn Forth From words of a prophet and Entered into with Blood and faith Is but a Lie Based Upon The Visions of one who is a false priest who upon his knees Prays to gods Who already know this Desption Who Never Turly could Trust him
This Distraction The prophets Saw as need away from the sight Of Gods and spirts enact there power, to fullfill the goals
As Now I choking Upon My words I say my part in this Godless Act For This is the will of men and Not the will of Our gods Nor the will of any God For with this a child for whom there is Not limit She Has Forsaken Her gifts And For allowing this They Shall be forsaken as i already am
And by this, In the eyes of My brothers and anoited In Blood of my childe I return to My place along Side Them, The Dark Prophets With Whom i swore My pack But Only now i can say;
I am Turly A prophet, Who Hands are stained.
hellflame3000 · Mon Dec 18, 2006 @ 03:26am · 0 Comments |