Seeing through the Goat's Eyes

[AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1095]

[!] Deranged scribblings upon many a page find themselves within many a city of the world. On walls of businesses, balled up and dragged through the mud, stabbed through branches, they would be found...seemingly written in blood, or something that looked akin to it

 

"Oh dear reader, dear dearest dear reader. I beseech thee, read and gaze upon my wisdoms. Oh please please bare witness to the glory I herald! But what a dredge I once was, pitiless and without concern for the fellow man of the salt and the mud. Nothing more than SLIME, worse than even the things that sup upon the bones of the long dead. A meaningless life that would have passed without note, were it not for what I beheld in my dreams! DREAMS my dearest darling, dreams within which I saw myself from not within my own gaze and wisdom, but through the eyes of HE, most eternal and enigmatic. The Goat blessed me with his sight, and I saw not only myself for the worthless puddle of sludge I had wrought myself into. Naynaynaynaynay, I beheld you, and them, and we, and I. I forsaw glory for us all through he most high in the way of life and living. Take heed and pray, pray upon my words, and may twisted eye of The Goat bless thee so, as I have been blessed. Oh let it be so, and shall we all be saved...."

 

[!] Stamped upon each page in the same dried ichor bore the esoteric sigil of a Goat's eye, the thick block for an iris staring back at the reader....