Sunday, April 11, 2010
A Brother's Betrayal
"To those who cast lots with the foolish, I pity you. To those who take a chance with the decietful, I can only feel sorry for you. Your madness is a crushing blow dealt with the sword to the back. Those who give shelter to the wicked and the unrighteous are just as horrid as their guests. Is this what we have come to!? You sicken me with your wickedness, you have spat upon the feet of those who would give you life, give you peace. You have betrayed your friends, betrayed your family! You are a damned soul, a pitiful waste, and I loathe you for this. You bring your sickness upon the people like a chariot of fire brings waste upon a crop. You anger me with your immaturity, your imputence. This is no manner in which a man should make his life, but you choose to do so. Your presence among the great kings of old is like a plague upon this great nation, this great people. Get thee out! Return nevermore! You are a bastard child of a selfish thieving prince of greed and an adultrous whore of babylon. You make your home on the backs of the innocent, preying on their love and kindness. You come forth tricking my people, you bring threats of violence, an unholy mockery! Death is your name and hate is your creed. You come begging at the gates of the great city, begging to walk upon the streets of gold. You are a damned fool for this! Pitiful loatshome serpent from the pits of fire and brimstone, get thee out! Your evil knows no bounds and your trickery has no end. You bring a black cloud of sadness and death over my great country. I say thee now son of evil, leave this land or be slain by thine hand! You shall no longer hold any dominion over my people, they shall no longer feel your icy hand upon their cheeks, your hot breath upon their brow. You are cursed doubly and eternally, and this is your fate forevermore. I command thee flee this great land! Your pestilence shall no longer trouble this great country anymore. Though my fathers pitied you long ago, you shall find no pity from me. You were once my friend, my brother in arms, I loved you. The path you chose has now taken a wicked bend which cannot be overturned. You were once great and majestic, a great prince, but has fallen from grace unto the dying lands. So now I say, brother, leave us now in peace, or be slain. This is my final compromise."
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