Lush green valleys.. {~They are His~} ..Villages littering the landscape.. bordering the fertile valleys.. the hills.. {~His only~} Trees and Orchards, Sun and Moon, Ground and Sky.. {~Gifts from Him~}
So why not come.. to He that gave so much, that we give so little to? Why not worship.. praise.. love and obey Him? Justice it is.. only justice. We are the priests of the Holy Land. The land created since the beginning of time. Fashioned by his hand, made fertile by his dirt, watered by his tears, and harvested by his plow. We are One with Him. We have devoted lives to Him.. -our- lives.
Wear these purple robes, and show Him your faith. Take this leather book, bound by His hand and written by Him, and read its contents. Memorize its passages. Show Him you will be loyal forever. The book holds the secret to life.. to enlightenment. It tells why He is the only true God. Why He can never be betrayed, and sees all. Why He knows you will be loyal, even before you don the robes of the priests of the Holy Land. They are -the- scriptures..
The Holy Land has none who are devoted to any other.. {~For surely, he immediately eradicates those that demonstrate a loss of faith~} ..And none feel the need to be directed away.. {~Fear..~} For he is merciful.. {~To none~}. Bless him, and ourselves.. forever more.. evermore.. evermore..
~*A faint flicker of torch light.. eyes opening to find cold steel bars in front of them. A dungeon.. where less merciful 'Gods' reign? Nay.. the Marble Palace, it is. Elevated above the horizon.. seen by eyes that wish to reach it, and can only rise to it when He chooses you. This is where you are held. You demonstrated a loss in faith.. you -thought- you could run away. We are here.. together... and no one can lose belief. All, or none... what did you do? You cursed him for the harvest. Bad thoughts entered your head. No wheat this year? SO EASY! The WAY you TURN HIS VENGEANCE UPON YE! Well.. rot, in there.. until we see fit.. to let you out..*~
The dungeons are the ugliest part.. of this blessed palace. All walls.. are marble. All seats, all doors.. -everything-, is the heavenly marble. For He that sits atop our pedestal, and looks down upon all. For He, this palace was created. It is a blessing, to come, to be chosen. It is a curse, to be thrown into the dungeons, which are worse, than maybe even Hell itself. Where His pets roam with saliva dripping from their rotting jaws.. where His rats gnaw at your fingers.. where His sirens take you into a heavenly place.. into ecstasy, and then plunge you deep into the acid bath provided by Him. The Hallway which connects every part of the Palace.. with hidden doors.. is where the doorway to -everywhere- lies. The fountain of blood.. of His blood, where any whom are bathed are redeemed.. provides the portal. It is Here.. that we look down and choose those that cannot live.. for they will interfere with Him. For, as He looks back.. back to the sunrise.. and watches the disk ascend to the heavens.. where His pedestal reaches.. he sees the threat. The red hair.. the -woman-.. whom will bring darkness, perpetually, unto this Holy Land. For He was told.. when he created the universe- {“There will come -one-.. without mercy. One.. who will cast you in bronze, and keep you forever on her mantle. There will come a day, where you see your final, Bloody Sunrise.”}......all, for His betrayal..
