Post by Clementine Roshan on Jul 7, 2010 14:54:16 GMT -6
Greetings to you, denizens of the Chicago Wasteland,
My name is Clementine Roshan,
And I… well, not me exactly, but the Possessor and I,
Are here to save your life, and perhaps your soul.
My church, its pastors and acolytes, have travelled far,
In deep pity of the plight you’ve all had to endure,
It may not soothe you to hear that many parts of the world are more…
Tame than this part, but that is why we are here,
Guns in hand, some of us, but I… I bring to you my word,
My passion, my rage, my soothing touch,
And my promise to you… that you will be protected,
And you will rise above this desecrated land,
Into the heavens which you most certainly deserve,
Heh… but I digress. Your ears cannot hear such a topic at this point of Redemption,
You must understand. I must hand you the senses first…
Yes, you are all blind, deaf, and dumb. You cannot smell or taste or feel, not truly
Basic humanity, merely glorified animal instinct, is what you all have
But what if I told you that I can make such instincts envelope
More powerful in reality, so much so that you can take it with you into the afterlife?
Christian heaven, or the Islamic or Jewish or Hindu or Pagan afterlife…
It does not truly give you that option. It ‘releases’ you from your humanity,
Into a world of perfection, where all earthly duties go unrewarded,
It is true that in this hell, our modern world,
Weak men are desperate for their lives to be released,
For who can stand the pain of our daily lives, for survival, to hang on to…
On to what little life we can keep our weakening grips on?
I understand your pain, perhaps more than you realize. I’ve seen America in its whole,
And how it has been affected during these turbulent times,
Sanity is a hard thing to keep. Hope and faith… even harder,
But let us never doubt that heaven’s gates are always open,
And the Possessor, as some would call ‘God’, is always judge, jury, and executioner,
Unavoidable is his wrath, yet unavoidable is his love
How do you please him? Well… no old book of religion tells the true answer,
But I do. It will take effort and strength to gain his trust,
It is only right to give you a test to show yourselves worthy…
There are many small pockets of humanity scattered here in Illinois,
I say such separation is foolish and promises certain death,
You all must learn the value of Man, that you are all in on the journey of life,
The entrance to death… so, those who wish to illuminate their potential to us,
Travel to the furthest depths of Chicago, and take refuge anywhere,
And I promise that I will answer your endeavor,
Until then, fellow brothers and sisters…
I, Clementine, hope that the puppet’s strings lead you to your promised fate.
My name is Clementine Roshan,
And I… well, not me exactly, but the Possessor and I,
Are here to save your life, and perhaps your soul.
My church, its pastors and acolytes, have travelled far,
In deep pity of the plight you’ve all had to endure,
It may not soothe you to hear that many parts of the world are more…
Tame than this part, but that is why we are here,
Guns in hand, some of us, but I… I bring to you my word,
My passion, my rage, my soothing touch,
And my promise to you… that you will be protected,
And you will rise above this desecrated land,
Into the heavens which you most certainly deserve,
Heh… but I digress. Your ears cannot hear such a topic at this point of Redemption,
You must understand. I must hand you the senses first…
Yes, you are all blind, deaf, and dumb. You cannot smell or taste or feel, not truly
Basic humanity, merely glorified animal instinct, is what you all have
But what if I told you that I can make such instincts envelope
More powerful in reality, so much so that you can take it with you into the afterlife?
Christian heaven, or the Islamic or Jewish or Hindu or Pagan afterlife…
It does not truly give you that option. It ‘releases’ you from your humanity,
Into a world of perfection, where all earthly duties go unrewarded,
It is true that in this hell, our modern world,
Weak men are desperate for their lives to be released,
For who can stand the pain of our daily lives, for survival, to hang on to…
On to what little life we can keep our weakening grips on?
I understand your pain, perhaps more than you realize. I’ve seen America in its whole,
And how it has been affected during these turbulent times,
Sanity is a hard thing to keep. Hope and faith… even harder,
But let us never doubt that heaven’s gates are always open,
And the Possessor, as some would call ‘God’, is always judge, jury, and executioner,
Unavoidable is his wrath, yet unavoidable is his love
How do you please him? Well… no old book of religion tells the true answer,
But I do. It will take effort and strength to gain his trust,
It is only right to give you a test to show yourselves worthy…
There are many small pockets of humanity scattered here in Illinois,
I say such separation is foolish and promises certain death,
You all must learn the value of Man, that you are all in on the journey of life,
The entrance to death… so, those who wish to illuminate their potential to us,
Travel to the furthest depths of Chicago, and take refuge anywhere,
And I promise that I will answer your endeavor,
Until then, fellow brothers and sisters…
I, Clementine, hope that the puppet’s strings lead you to your promised fate.