The Deranged Imperator

Thee and thine have contested far too long thy malprincipled and misplaced beliefs. Dost thou not realize that desolation begins its feeding upon the bodies of those who dare to waken and sow it?

And thou, who doth value the sanctity of silence above all other things…canst thou not hearken the words that, even now, whisper in agony in the very depths of thy soul? The boon that the voice of silence reaps is no different from that of the hands of the malprincipled.

The Messengers of Death lie in waiting, behind the shadows. Their verdict is swift and unfelt for those who cannot see with the eyes of the world, but slow and painful to the ones who sit beside the unlit corner, feeding from the plate of silence and drinking the bitter wine of agony.

~ by deranged-imperator on May 6, 2005.