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THE LULL OF CORRUPTION


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~Some depiction of a thing very old~


 

THE LULL OF CORRUPTION


 

 

Down in the deep, but also out in the open, something now lurked.

 

Do you hear it weep? Listen close and you may hear the Devil’s work.

 

It stays with the sheep, immersed in their kind- their white fur.

 

But it is false, deception was at fault.


 

 

Corruption stretched outward at the land with its sickly black fingers. Its grasp-like-iron was ever-growing. It would not relent. The taint of one-thousand ages now stirred and gained a degree of restlessness as stagnation had taken a hold on the world for far too long. That was soon to be settled. For the corruption sung its tune, and the sons of man listened. The Lull was setting in; all the world would fall asleep to the voice in the wind, and the whisper of the moon, its awful hymns and discordant cacophonies that sounded as if the choirs of Hell itself had crooned.

 

And in this daze did awake the old evil in one man; a ponderer of life and death and all that was in between. But perhaps the corruption had too lulled him, even so he dared not admit it. Delusion had usurped his mind- made an abhorrent martyr of it, but a martyr nonetheless. In league with the soul and the seraphim, this man needed to purge the men of their sin. Oh, how desperately he needed to. And he knew how to. It was his fate, forever bound to such an existence. But what is self-sacrifice? Was it out of goodness? Or was there something else that lurked… 

 

What a miserable fate, laughable, even; but in a cynical, sadistic way. In the way that a God might, staring down at its creation in amusement. Knowing that everything was due to it. Though nothing is that simple, true. For what God would laugh at itself? Magick of elden ages, rituals wrought by the memories of dead men, and symbols antiquated by long-eras were beginning to unfurl the steep precipice that is time. For with time, there eventually comes entropy; Void (a word that particularly disgusts the man).



 

Old ways awoke and mingled now with new things.

 

The taint ever-widened. The corruption spread its wings.

 

The voice: It sings, it sings

 

The Lull of Corruption that salvation brings.


 


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