Post by Clementine Roshan on Sept 9, 2011 12:39:12 GMT -6
Greetings again, my children. It has been too long since we’ve last talked,
For there are many things in this new plane which deserves our interest
But so little time to speak of it, especially in the midst of decisive action.
What is there to say that has not already come to your attention? Ah, yes
You all have surely experienced all the land’s troubles
And virtues…
Yet what time do you have for insight? For contemplation?
Oh my dears, let the Possessor ease your burdened mind,
For his simple words will be as long thought, hundredfold.
What he sees now, what makes him cringe like no other sin,
Like nothing the infected hordes have done alone
Are the carriers. Vile creatures, hybrid monsters
The façade of a human, null of humanity.
They huddle in once-glorious Chicago, warmed by their closest relatives,
The infected themselves.
Why would thinking men be creatures, you may ask,
Find company and comfort within the ranks of our greatest enemy?
Because, as the infected are as well, they have been forsaken by the Possessor,
They are String-Torn, casted from Him due to sins far greater than imagination could conjure,
Given their lives and their thought in punishment! It is no virtue that
Makes beasts think as men do, for no thought crosses besides their
Bestial transformation. The Possessor gave them their mind
So they would relish in the horror of being Godless, yet without a ‘why’.
We at the Sanctum have noted many safe-zones take in the carriers,
And I know, as do all compassionate men and women, that their image
Can trick one into care and support. But note now they are not human,
That their talents are as a predator of man, yet with the cunning
The Infected lack. They are all dangerous, for their sinful past
Is passed down to them instinctually. And if you do not heed my warning,
The Possessor’s warning… they will take your life when you are most vulnerable,
And with your soul theirs, you will join the carrier ranks, a punishment
For the sin of ignorance.
Though I must leave you now, remember that I shall always be there
Leading you to the heaven you belong in, even from the depths
Of this almost-hell.
May His strings guide you.
For there are many things in this new plane which deserves our interest
But so little time to speak of it, especially in the midst of decisive action.
What is there to say that has not already come to your attention? Ah, yes
You all have surely experienced all the land’s troubles
And virtues…
Yet what time do you have for insight? For contemplation?
Oh my dears, let the Possessor ease your burdened mind,
For his simple words will be as long thought, hundredfold.
What he sees now, what makes him cringe like no other sin,
Like nothing the infected hordes have done alone
Are the carriers. Vile creatures, hybrid monsters
The façade of a human, null of humanity.
They huddle in once-glorious Chicago, warmed by their closest relatives,
The infected themselves.
Why would thinking men be creatures, you may ask,
Find company and comfort within the ranks of our greatest enemy?
Because, as the infected are as well, they have been forsaken by the Possessor,
They are String-Torn, casted from Him due to sins far greater than imagination could conjure,
Given their lives and their thought in punishment! It is no virtue that
Makes beasts think as men do, for no thought crosses besides their
Bestial transformation. The Possessor gave them their mind
So they would relish in the horror of being Godless, yet without a ‘why’.
We at the Sanctum have noted many safe-zones take in the carriers,
And I know, as do all compassionate men and women, that their image
Can trick one into care and support. But note now they are not human,
That their talents are as a predator of man, yet with the cunning
The Infected lack. They are all dangerous, for their sinful past
Is passed down to them instinctually. And if you do not heed my warning,
The Possessor’s warning… they will take your life when you are most vulnerable,
And with your soul theirs, you will join the carrier ranks, a punishment
For the sin of ignorance.
Though I must leave you now, remember that I shall always be there
Leading you to the heaven you belong in, even from the depths
Of this almost-hell.
May His strings guide you.