Post by The Scorpion on Mar 20, 2012 0:01:20 GMT -5
NOTE: I GREATLY apologize for this piece of work, as its undoubtedly the worst I've done. But I had to deal with a bunch of stuff this weekend (my dad's truck was broken into so we had to handle all of that). Please let me know if this is still acceptable.
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Love and hate. The two emotions that are embroiled in a state of continuous warfare inside of a human mind. These two propensities that are in stark contrast with one another. No two opposites in existence can be defined more clearly, as none possess the differences and hatred that these two possess. Truly emotions are the most powerful of all thoughts, and it is due to this that the human body becomes a contorted and abused marionette, with its own emotions pulling the strings.
No war can match their devastation. No slaughter can match their anxiety. It just goes to show how incredibly powerful the human emotion truly is. With love, eternal happiness is almost assured, the mind can shrink back into its own private euphoria. With hate, the blackness consumes the spirit and the embodiment of evil comes to fruition. Sadly, all humans are among these puppets; the only question is whether they belong to light brigade or the army of darkness.
Therefore it is impossible to hide the confusion as to why so many fail to grasp their means of reprieve. It is indeed bewildering that they do not see the light at the end of the tunnel. Why is it that oh so many voluntarily choose death over the blessed arms of god holding them safely above the fiery pits of damnation? Why is it that they rebuke and detest our great savior and embrace the wretchedness and impurity of a world polluted and poisoned by toxic sin?
It's strange. Human beings know they are inferior, as this is emphasized through the creation of false deities and fake religions like Christianity and Islam. The infidels know of their shortcomings, yet they refuse to accept the one entity that can save them from a guaranteed eternal hell. Are they really so confident in their own abilities that they believe they can defy the very foundations of destiny itself and manipulate fate? If that is the case, they are worse off than originally thought.
These weaklings, these mere pawns of the grand design of fate, they fear all that is uncommon, but most of all fear themselves. They fear what their own emotions are capable of; they fear what might become of them once the manipulators decide to exercise full control. Will it be love or hate that takes over the body and forces it to conform to its will? These people are slaves, shackled in irons by their own feelings. Only one entity in this decaying universe holds the key to freedom. The blessed spirit of the Higher One shall never leave this place until Eden arises anew, thus does it not make sense to declare loyalty to his will and escape the wretched fate of the damned?
Truly this is a revelation as to the fate of a damned world. That same world a rotting cesspool of sin, with maggots and vermin crawling out of it everyday. These same parasites that feed on the giving nature of Mother Earth with nothing in return. These wretched bodies that serve as nothing more than a shell to contain that wretched poison known as sin.
These thoughts plague him even now. He still stands perplexed and mystified at the actions taken by the inferior ones. He himself in no danger under the holy wings of the Higher One, he is free to look upon the damned as he pleases. He sees them all. He sees their rituals, their beliefs, all their false hopes. He sees how manipulated they are. He sees them for their true selves, nothing more than mindless cattle that exist only to be slaughtered on the holy altar of god...[/i]
These facts trouble the young one as he sits quietly and in peace. The blessed paradise of solitude surrounding him now as he sits. His setting a bleak and desolate graveyard. He sits still among the stone tombstones and bouquets of flowers on top of them. Seated with his back leaning against a large tombstone, the young one sits so still it is almost as if he is a statue connected to the marble. He sits solemn with his head bowed, obviously delivering a blessed message of prayer to his omnipotent savior.
He sits dead still and silent, an obvious stance of contemplation. Sitting on his lap is the thing he despises most, yet is also the object he has become known for, the holy Bible. It lies there lifelessly, the worn pages protected by the faded leather cover. The texts themselves a source of heresy, the book itself a symbol of rebellion against god...
The black heart breaks his position of thanks only long enough to reach down and pick up the cursed book. He looks at it emotionlessly, turning it over in his hands, feeling the cover, almost as if trying to deduce if it actually exists or is an illusion created in his mind. He cocks his head inquisitively as he opens the book and flips quickly to a specific page, which he then reads aloud...
"And Saul said to David, "You are not able to go against this Philistine to fight with him; for you are a youth, and he a man of war from his youth." But David said to Saul, "Your servant used to keep his father's sheep, and when a lion or a bear came and took a lamb out of the flock, I went out after it and struck it, and delivered the lamb from its mouth; and when it arose against me, I caught it by its beard, and struck and killed it. Your servant has killed both lion and bear; and this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, seeing he has defied the armies of the living God." Moreover David said, "The LORD, who delivered me from the paw of the lion and from the paw of the bear, He will deliver me from the hand of this Philistine." And Saul said to David, "Go, and the LORD be with you!""
The young one pauses only long enough to take a brief breath and lean backwards. As he rests his head on the hard marble of the tombstone he utters one single statement.
"So, this is what is accepted as truth to the false prophets..."
Upon completing his bizarre phrase, the young one runs his fingers through his hair, and lifts the Bible to his face once again to continue reading.
"So Saul clothed David with his armor, and he put a bronze helmet on his head; he also clothed him with a coat of mail. David fastened his sword to his armor and tried to walk, for he had not tested them. And David said to Saul, "I cannot walk with these, for I have not tested them." So David took them off. Then he took his staff in his hand; and he chose for himself five smooth stones from the brook, and put them in a shepherd's bag, in a pouch which he had, and his sling was in his hand. And he drew near to the Philistine. So the Philistine came, and began drawing near to David, and the man who bore the shield went before him. And when the Philistine looked about and saw David, he disdained him; for he was only a youth, ruddy and good-looking. So the Philistine said to David, "Am I a dog, that you come to me with sticks?" And the Philistine cursed David by his gods. And the Philistine said to David, "Come to me, and I will give your flesh to the birds of the air and the beasts of the field!" Then David said to the Philistine, "You come to me with a sword, with a spear, and with a javelin. But I come to you in the name of the LORD of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This day the LORD will deliver you into my hand, and I will strike you and take your head from you. And this day I will give the carcasses of the camp of the Philistines to the birds of the air and the wild beasts of the earth, that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel. Then all this assembly shall know that the LORD does not save with sword and spear; for the battle is the LORD's, and He will give you into our hands." So it was, when the Philistine arose and came and drew near to meet David, that David hurried and ran toward the army to meet the Philistine. Then David put his hand in his bag and took out a stone; and he slung it and struck the Philistine in his forehead, so that the stone sank into his forehead, and he fell on his face to the earth. So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone, and struck the Philistine and killed him."
The Scorpion then ceases his reading and quickly throws the book to the ground, obviously unable to read anymore. He quickly bows his head again in blessed prayer to his messiah before delivering his usual cryptic message...
"Dear, sweet, merciful father, hear now the words of the one who delivers unto this realm the catalyst of purification. Heavenly father, do you not hear the words of your son? I read aloud the despicable heresy that exists to openly defy your will despite the sickening feeling I obtain from it. This is what these ignorant mortals truly believe. This is the reason they cannot be saved and will never be worthy to walk among the gods in Eden. The unsubstantiated belief that blind worship of a false deity will garner eternal protection for their sinful souls is what drives the madness of the pagan sheep. The people flock to those who support these claims, just like the mindless sheep that they are. The people flock to those who stand in the way of our purification of Mother Earth. The people flock to ones like Sir Owen Gyles who stand steadfast in the wake on an approaching apocalypse. That wretched pawn dares defy your holy will and make an open stance against your beloved messages. He dares to stand in the way of my quest to topple the foe known as Khris Young and openly defy the will of the guardian deity of this world! Rest assured sweet messiah that this sin shall be repented. As I read the filth printed in that mockery of the word written by men, I am filled even stronger with the blessed light of heaven. That same light shall come forth from my hands and vanquish the sinful infidels, starting first with the one called Sir Owen Gyles. After which I shall usurp this symbol of power known as a title belt and prepare evermore for the divine descent of the one true god. This wretched text in front of me that dares to defy the true word of the lord is what Sir Owen Gyles subscribes to my father. The fool believes all the lies and ignores all the inconvenient truths. However, despite its falseness, we can actually be related to that tale in the text my lord. We are the beloved Israel outnumbered by the heathen Palestinians. However the difference is that with your beloved son in the place of David, we have on our side the very power of god himself! Fear not Holy Father, your holy will shall be done and all symbols of disobedience shall be eradicated to make way for the return of this world to paradise!"
Once he finishes his strange prayer, The Scorpion quickly picks up the Bible and gets to his feet. He turns toward the east and begins to walk slowly, looking around and taking in his surroundings. He walks slowly, but with purpose, obviously intent on his destination.
He appears to reach his intended destination as he comes to a stop at the edge of an open grave. A fresh mound of dirt with a shovel sticking out of it is nearby, an obvious indication of the grave being quite fresh. The black soul looks at the shovel and nods, then turns slowly to look into the grave as a soft wind blows his hair and trench coat.
He lifts the accursed book to his face and brings it to eye level. He stands there still as a stature staring at the book, almost as if his pale green eyes are trying to penetrate the faded cover and read the words once more. However this façade ends when he holds his arm out straight over the grave and lets the Bible drop. He watches as the book falls and lands in the open grave with a soft thud, all the while showing no emotion whatsoever.
With this task completed, The Scorpion quickly grabs the shovel from the dirt pile and begins shoveling dirt into the open grave. He continues in a calculating, almost robotic motion, shoveling dirt into the grave, filling it up. Shovel after shovel of dirt is tossed into the grave, all the while showing neither smile of happiness or glare of hate. He continues until the grave is completely full and packed tightly.
With this done, The Scorpion tosses the shovel to the side and walks on top of the packed dirt. He proceeds to the head of the grave where he takes from his trench coat pocket a single white rose. With this done, the young zealot sticks the flower into the dirt, an obvious symbolic sign of burial. He then immediately kneels in prayer once more.
"There we have it my father. The key symbol of your resistors has been buried under the very earth it seeks to destroy. This same fate will befall all who dare impede the progress of the divine will. This fate shall befall anyone who would shun the true will of the messiah and instead embrace the false and convenient truths relayed by the leaders of human society. This fate will befall everyone like the one known as Sir Own Gyles, who dares to stand against god himself by defying me. It's almost funny my supreme heavenly father. Sir Owen Gyles believes he is so superior when in actuality he is among the vermin of the great chain of being, as even the lowliest of kings will forever tower over even the mightiest of pawns. For you see my lord, he is crippled by the wretched thing known as emotion. Emotion is actually controlling him, not his own independent spirit. Love and hate are the two that battle the most. Sir Owen Gyles is either weakened by love or made illogical by hate. This internal struggle rests atop his inherent lust to reclaim his beloved symbol. However he will be weakened in one capacity no matter which side wins the battle. It is inevitable one or the other will succeed in their quest to take over his soul. And I can promise you that once it does, I will become the death scythe that decapitates him and brings his lifeless body to your holy altar for sacrifice! I am an emotionless follower of the faith dear father, and thus I can assure you of my success. I walk among the immortals where emotions are meaningless. It is due to this my power is so great. All this is thanks to you my lord; bless me with your holy power so that I may smite the infidels! Grant me the ability to sanctify a pagan world! I implore you great savior, give me the strength of heaven!"
With this bizarre ritual completed, The Scorpion calmly, and emotionlessly like always, rises to his feet and walks away. He walks slowly toward the gates of the cemetery, kicking them open with a single kick when he reaches them. He looks to depart from the cemetery, but then stops dead in his tracks and simply kneels down to the ground. Once there, The Scorpion pulls a wad of grass from the ground and simply sits Indian style on the ground, staring at the blades of grass.
He continues this bizarre routine for several minutes, not once breaking his gaze from the green grass. Eventually, he opens his hand and watches the blades slowly drop to the ground. With this done, The Scorpion simply bows his head and speaks once again to his holy lord.
"Father, as I sit here I watch the fruits bared by the true nature of this world. The beauty, so innocent and pure, coming forth from the inner soul of Mother Earth. This peaceful and serene beauty decimated and tortured by the acid known as sin attacking her core. It is in this I am reminded of my reason for its protection. My father, the infidels seek to destroy this beauty and turn our paradise into a desolate wasteland. Under the eternal command of the master sin, the pagans continually desecrate and abuse our world, seemingly openly defying your instructions. They do not want our paradise to be resurrected my lord, for they understand that they are too far gone to ever be deemed worthy of repentance under your blessed guidance! So they seek to destroy that which they cannot obtain, a basic example of the hideous greed that consumes the human mind. The pawns seek to stand in our way father, currently hiding behind their acknowledged leader known as Sir Owen Gyles. In him the pagans see their sanctity, their holy knight that shall rise forth from the ashes of a tormented planet and drive out the psychotic heretics. Sir Owen Gyles is their ray of hope father, the one who will make the evil zealot go away and allow them to return to their lives of blissful ignorance. Dear lord, what a perfect example of the overly prideful ignorance that is exhibited by the godless masses that would dare call our world home. They detest those who shine under your holy light my father, hating and ignoring us in a bizarre hybrid of jealousy and envy. The resurrection of Eden strikes terror into their hearts father, for they know that it is at that time that they shall be judged unworthy and sentenced to the eternal hell known as oblivion. They fear destiny itself my lord, and thus attempt to rise up against it. However, just as the great leaders of yore quelled the revolutions of their realms, so forth shall the will of heaven reign supreme. I stand in front of the holy light brigade of god, ready to destroy the rebellious souls, starting with the execution of their leader Sir Owen Gyles. Once he is out of the way and the symbol of power rests in holy hands the trek shall continue. My father, I shall preserve this planet's endless beauty. The new Eden shall soon be within our grasp!"
With this bizarre ritual completed The Scorpion stands up and calmly walks through the cemetery gates, not once looking back until he is completely out of sight...
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Love and hate. The two emotions that are embroiled in a state of continuous warfare inside of a human mind. These two propensities that are in stark contrast with one another. No two opposites in existence can be defined more clearly, as none possess the differences and hatred that these two possess. Truly emotions are the most powerful of all thoughts, and it is due to this that the human body becomes a contorted and abused marionette, with its own emotions pulling the strings.
No war can match their devastation. No slaughter can match their anxiety. It just goes to show how incredibly powerful the human emotion truly is. With love, eternal happiness is almost assured, the mind can shrink back into its own private euphoria. With hate, the blackness consumes the spirit and the embodiment of evil comes to fruition. Sadly, all humans are among these puppets; the only question is whether they belong to light brigade or the army of darkness.
Therefore it is impossible to hide the confusion as to why so many fail to grasp their means of reprieve. It is indeed bewildering that they do not see the light at the end of the tunnel. Why is it that oh so many voluntarily choose death over the blessed arms of god holding them safely above the fiery pits of damnation? Why is it that they rebuke and detest our great savior and embrace the wretchedness and impurity of a world polluted and poisoned by toxic sin?
It's strange. Human beings know they are inferior, as this is emphasized through the creation of false deities and fake religions like Christianity and Islam. The infidels know of their shortcomings, yet they refuse to accept the one entity that can save them from a guaranteed eternal hell. Are they really so confident in their own abilities that they believe they can defy the very foundations of destiny itself and manipulate fate? If that is the case, they are worse off than originally thought.
These weaklings, these mere pawns of the grand design of fate, they fear all that is uncommon, but most of all fear themselves. They fear what their own emotions are capable of; they fear what might become of them once the manipulators decide to exercise full control. Will it be love or hate that takes over the body and forces it to conform to its will? These people are slaves, shackled in irons by their own feelings. Only one entity in this decaying universe holds the key to freedom. The blessed spirit of the Higher One shall never leave this place until Eden arises anew, thus does it not make sense to declare loyalty to his will and escape the wretched fate of the damned?
Truly this is a revelation as to the fate of a damned world. That same world a rotting cesspool of sin, with maggots and vermin crawling out of it everyday. These same parasites that feed on the giving nature of Mother Earth with nothing in return. These wretched bodies that serve as nothing more than a shell to contain that wretched poison known as sin.
These thoughts plague him even now. He still stands perplexed and mystified at the actions taken by the inferior ones. He himself in no danger under the holy wings of the Higher One, he is free to look upon the damned as he pleases. He sees them all. He sees their rituals, their beliefs, all their false hopes. He sees how manipulated they are. He sees them for their true selves, nothing more than mindless cattle that exist only to be slaughtered on the holy altar of god...[/i]
These facts trouble the young one as he sits quietly and in peace. The blessed paradise of solitude surrounding him now as he sits. His setting a bleak and desolate graveyard. He sits still among the stone tombstones and bouquets of flowers on top of them. Seated with his back leaning against a large tombstone, the young one sits so still it is almost as if he is a statue connected to the marble. He sits solemn with his head bowed, obviously delivering a blessed message of prayer to his omnipotent savior.
He sits dead still and silent, an obvious stance of contemplation. Sitting on his lap is the thing he despises most, yet is also the object he has become known for, the holy Bible. It lies there lifelessly, the worn pages protected by the faded leather cover. The texts themselves a source of heresy, the book itself a symbol of rebellion against god...
The black heart breaks his position of thanks only long enough to reach down and pick up the cursed book. He looks at it emotionlessly, turning it over in his hands, feeling the cover, almost as if trying to deduce if it actually exists or is an illusion created in his mind. He cocks his head inquisitively as he opens the book and flips quickly to a specific page, which he then reads aloud...
"And Saul said to David, "You are not able to go against this Philistine to fight with him; for you are a youth, and he a man of war from his youth." But David said to Saul, "Your servant used to keep his father's sheep, and when a lion or a bear came and took a lamb out of the flock, I went out after it and struck it, and delivered the lamb from its mouth; and when it arose against me, I caught it by its beard, and struck and killed it. Your servant has killed both lion and bear; and this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, seeing he has defied the armies of the living God." Moreover David said, "The LORD, who delivered me from the paw of the lion and from the paw of the bear, He will deliver me from the hand of this Philistine." And Saul said to David, "Go, and the LORD be with you!""
The young one pauses only long enough to take a brief breath and lean backwards. As he rests his head on the hard marble of the tombstone he utters one single statement.
"So, this is what is accepted as truth to the false prophets..."
Upon completing his bizarre phrase, the young one runs his fingers through his hair, and lifts the Bible to his face once again to continue reading.
"So Saul clothed David with his armor, and he put a bronze helmet on his head; he also clothed him with a coat of mail. David fastened his sword to his armor and tried to walk, for he had not tested them. And David said to Saul, "I cannot walk with these, for I have not tested them." So David took them off. Then he took his staff in his hand; and he chose for himself five smooth stones from the brook, and put them in a shepherd's bag, in a pouch which he had, and his sling was in his hand. And he drew near to the Philistine. So the Philistine came, and began drawing near to David, and the man who bore the shield went before him. And when the Philistine looked about and saw David, he disdained him; for he was only a youth, ruddy and good-looking. So the Philistine said to David, "Am I a dog, that you come to me with sticks?" And the Philistine cursed David by his gods. And the Philistine said to David, "Come to me, and I will give your flesh to the birds of the air and the beasts of the field!" Then David said to the Philistine, "You come to me with a sword, with a spear, and with a javelin. But I come to you in the name of the LORD of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This day the LORD will deliver you into my hand, and I will strike you and take your head from you. And this day I will give the carcasses of the camp of the Philistines to the birds of the air and the wild beasts of the earth, that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel. Then all this assembly shall know that the LORD does not save with sword and spear; for the battle is the LORD's, and He will give you into our hands." So it was, when the Philistine arose and came and drew near to meet David, that David hurried and ran toward the army to meet the Philistine. Then David put his hand in his bag and took out a stone; and he slung it and struck the Philistine in his forehead, so that the stone sank into his forehead, and he fell on his face to the earth. So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone, and struck the Philistine and killed him."
The Scorpion then ceases his reading and quickly throws the book to the ground, obviously unable to read anymore. He quickly bows his head again in blessed prayer to his messiah before delivering his usual cryptic message...
"Dear, sweet, merciful father, hear now the words of the one who delivers unto this realm the catalyst of purification. Heavenly father, do you not hear the words of your son? I read aloud the despicable heresy that exists to openly defy your will despite the sickening feeling I obtain from it. This is what these ignorant mortals truly believe. This is the reason they cannot be saved and will never be worthy to walk among the gods in Eden. The unsubstantiated belief that blind worship of a false deity will garner eternal protection for their sinful souls is what drives the madness of the pagan sheep. The people flock to those who support these claims, just like the mindless sheep that they are. The people flock to those who stand in the way of our purification of Mother Earth. The people flock to ones like Sir Owen Gyles who stand steadfast in the wake on an approaching apocalypse. That wretched pawn dares defy your holy will and make an open stance against your beloved messages. He dares to stand in the way of my quest to topple the foe known as Khris Young and openly defy the will of the guardian deity of this world! Rest assured sweet messiah that this sin shall be repented. As I read the filth printed in that mockery of the word written by men, I am filled even stronger with the blessed light of heaven. That same light shall come forth from my hands and vanquish the sinful infidels, starting first with the one called Sir Owen Gyles. After which I shall usurp this symbol of power known as a title belt and prepare evermore for the divine descent of the one true god. This wretched text in front of me that dares to defy the true word of the lord is what Sir Owen Gyles subscribes to my father. The fool believes all the lies and ignores all the inconvenient truths. However, despite its falseness, we can actually be related to that tale in the text my lord. We are the beloved Israel outnumbered by the heathen Palestinians. However the difference is that with your beloved son in the place of David, we have on our side the very power of god himself! Fear not Holy Father, your holy will shall be done and all symbols of disobedience shall be eradicated to make way for the return of this world to paradise!"
Once he finishes his strange prayer, The Scorpion quickly picks up the Bible and gets to his feet. He turns toward the east and begins to walk slowly, looking around and taking in his surroundings. He walks slowly, but with purpose, obviously intent on his destination.
He appears to reach his intended destination as he comes to a stop at the edge of an open grave. A fresh mound of dirt with a shovel sticking out of it is nearby, an obvious indication of the grave being quite fresh. The black soul looks at the shovel and nods, then turns slowly to look into the grave as a soft wind blows his hair and trench coat.
He lifts the accursed book to his face and brings it to eye level. He stands there still as a stature staring at the book, almost as if his pale green eyes are trying to penetrate the faded cover and read the words once more. However this façade ends when he holds his arm out straight over the grave and lets the Bible drop. He watches as the book falls and lands in the open grave with a soft thud, all the while showing no emotion whatsoever.
With this task completed, The Scorpion quickly grabs the shovel from the dirt pile and begins shoveling dirt into the open grave. He continues in a calculating, almost robotic motion, shoveling dirt into the grave, filling it up. Shovel after shovel of dirt is tossed into the grave, all the while showing neither smile of happiness or glare of hate. He continues until the grave is completely full and packed tightly.
With this done, The Scorpion tosses the shovel to the side and walks on top of the packed dirt. He proceeds to the head of the grave where he takes from his trench coat pocket a single white rose. With this done, the young zealot sticks the flower into the dirt, an obvious symbolic sign of burial. He then immediately kneels in prayer once more.
"There we have it my father. The key symbol of your resistors has been buried under the very earth it seeks to destroy. This same fate will befall all who dare impede the progress of the divine will. This fate shall befall anyone who would shun the true will of the messiah and instead embrace the false and convenient truths relayed by the leaders of human society. This fate will befall everyone like the one known as Sir Own Gyles, who dares to stand against god himself by defying me. It's almost funny my supreme heavenly father. Sir Owen Gyles believes he is so superior when in actuality he is among the vermin of the great chain of being, as even the lowliest of kings will forever tower over even the mightiest of pawns. For you see my lord, he is crippled by the wretched thing known as emotion. Emotion is actually controlling him, not his own independent spirit. Love and hate are the two that battle the most. Sir Owen Gyles is either weakened by love or made illogical by hate. This internal struggle rests atop his inherent lust to reclaim his beloved symbol. However he will be weakened in one capacity no matter which side wins the battle. It is inevitable one or the other will succeed in their quest to take over his soul. And I can promise you that once it does, I will become the death scythe that decapitates him and brings his lifeless body to your holy altar for sacrifice! I am an emotionless follower of the faith dear father, and thus I can assure you of my success. I walk among the immortals where emotions are meaningless. It is due to this my power is so great. All this is thanks to you my lord; bless me with your holy power so that I may smite the infidels! Grant me the ability to sanctify a pagan world! I implore you great savior, give me the strength of heaven!"
With this bizarre ritual completed, The Scorpion calmly, and emotionlessly like always, rises to his feet and walks away. He walks slowly toward the gates of the cemetery, kicking them open with a single kick when he reaches them. He looks to depart from the cemetery, but then stops dead in his tracks and simply kneels down to the ground. Once there, The Scorpion pulls a wad of grass from the ground and simply sits Indian style on the ground, staring at the blades of grass.
He continues this bizarre routine for several minutes, not once breaking his gaze from the green grass. Eventually, he opens his hand and watches the blades slowly drop to the ground. With this done, The Scorpion simply bows his head and speaks once again to his holy lord.
"Father, as I sit here I watch the fruits bared by the true nature of this world. The beauty, so innocent and pure, coming forth from the inner soul of Mother Earth. This peaceful and serene beauty decimated and tortured by the acid known as sin attacking her core. It is in this I am reminded of my reason for its protection. My father, the infidels seek to destroy this beauty and turn our paradise into a desolate wasteland. Under the eternal command of the master sin, the pagans continually desecrate and abuse our world, seemingly openly defying your instructions. They do not want our paradise to be resurrected my lord, for they understand that they are too far gone to ever be deemed worthy of repentance under your blessed guidance! So they seek to destroy that which they cannot obtain, a basic example of the hideous greed that consumes the human mind. The pawns seek to stand in our way father, currently hiding behind their acknowledged leader known as Sir Owen Gyles. In him the pagans see their sanctity, their holy knight that shall rise forth from the ashes of a tormented planet and drive out the psychotic heretics. Sir Owen Gyles is their ray of hope father, the one who will make the evil zealot go away and allow them to return to their lives of blissful ignorance. Dear lord, what a perfect example of the overly prideful ignorance that is exhibited by the godless masses that would dare call our world home. They detest those who shine under your holy light my father, hating and ignoring us in a bizarre hybrid of jealousy and envy. The resurrection of Eden strikes terror into their hearts father, for they know that it is at that time that they shall be judged unworthy and sentenced to the eternal hell known as oblivion. They fear destiny itself my lord, and thus attempt to rise up against it. However, just as the great leaders of yore quelled the revolutions of their realms, so forth shall the will of heaven reign supreme. I stand in front of the holy light brigade of god, ready to destroy the rebellious souls, starting with the execution of their leader Sir Owen Gyles. Once he is out of the way and the symbol of power rests in holy hands the trek shall continue. My father, I shall preserve this planet's endless beauty. The new Eden shall soon be within our grasp!"
With this bizarre ritual completed The Scorpion stands up and calmly walks through the cemetery gates, not once looking back until he is completely out of sight...
