by Keir » Sat May 09, 2015 2:41 pm
In my final moments I repented my crimes and looked to the Lord. It is he, and only he, who judges me now. Whether I burn in the fires of Damnation, or toil forevermore to be have His light shine upon me once again, it is the will of the Lord now.
If He wishes to cast his Judgement upon those who once called themselves my friends, so be it. But know it is He who will judge, not you. You, who have desecrated the corpses of the dead, killed the innocents and left them to rot. He shall not suffer the desecration of the dead, and surely you will once day face the same judgement that I am now facing, and when the blessed light sears the flesh from your bones you shall cry out in repentance as I do now, and for the sake of both my soul and yours I hope we are to be forgiven.
If ever there has been a holy Pilgrim, it is Lusewing. She stands resolute as a true beacon of His will and His light, and turning from her and the rest of my once village was the biggest mistake I have and will ever make. Surely the Lord will protect her hallowed walls, and they shall turn away all that stand before them.
And finally, if we're quoting the good book:
Exodus 21:1
Thou shalt not raise a false report: put not thine hand with the wicked to be an unrighteous witness.
Call not upon the false mask, for in doing so you raise it higher than Him, for whenever you cast down one of His children you are casting Him down as well.
That's about it then, be it light or darkness awaiting me I can suffer to hold on no longer. May my sons and daughters in England not suffer the same fate. I die, and shall know forgiveness or damnation from the only one that can place it upon me.