DISGRACE

[KosherZombie 1772]

Disgrace 

 

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My disappointment in mankind spreads from the high imperial offices in helena to the pagan halls in Morsgrad. In the pagan halls where your leaders spread lies and trade in fear, you chisel away at union and cooperation, through devices of fear. In the high imperial offices where you strike at weak points to shatter your enemies, like a coal miner swings his pick, and breaks and burns the coal.  You lack substance, the both of you. Those Morsgradians who fight for hate, motivated by the opportunism provided by the enemies of mankind. Your war cry, death to imperium, death to Haense. Your claims of peace and justice. Hypocrisy and lies. You are vile.

 

And yet I can hardly stand by my own empire or my own kingdom, when the empire subjugates itself to the antiquated methods of its predecessors, ushering onward with intrigue and plots, seeking an unwarranted, unwon, and undeserved world supremacy. You abuse the trust mankind places in the imperial office for your own fantasies of greatness. You disgust me.

 

Therein lies the disgrace. The leaders of mankind in the era are horrific, spineless, undeserving, and ungodly. You scrap and you fiend in the void of power left by your predecessors. And that is precisely where you will find yourself when your inevitable demise reaches you. In the void.  None of you deserve the faith your people have invested in you. You disgrace our species with your childish feuds, like brothers fighting for a toy, with no mother to drag you apart. Iblees driven, blind, disgrace. You forget yourselves. You damn yourselves. You ring the bells of division, but hide your eyes, lest you see what you have wrought, the alliance you have broken, the friendships you have ended, and the brothers you have killed.

 

I write not as a scholar. I write not as a leader. I am only a sad old man.

 

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H. A. Horatii

Published by the Horatii Clan

9th of the Grand Harvest. 1741

 

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