Missionary of Madness
Posted: 27 Dec 2015, 16:43
The journal was written overtop discarded newspapers, clumped together, in as close to a book-like form as possible.
Twilight of our Shadow's Awakening
Shadows cry in agony. We appear. We do not. A lie. Existence fleeting. We fed, we slumber, dream sweet. Skin soiled. Contamination. Voices cry out. Shadows cry out. Sleep in filth. Visit sky above, loud sky full of angels. Got close. Angels vengeful and attack one another. Guns and blades. We watch, slay the wicked, dance in the moonlight of gunpowder and flame. We see the light above the ganglands. We seek the treasures. Shadows cry out, filling us with sadness, with happiness. We cry out, only answered by angels of the filth. Missing ties. Need tie for work. Snow? Cold. Death. Frozen. Safety in filth.
Eve of the Sky Demon
Bald man in sewer spread his magic. We dressed him up and quartered him later. Still healing from encounter. Work still for wine lady. Must cleanse us before duties. Wine lady gets upset if we do not.
Twilight of our Shadow's Awakening
Shadows cry in agony. We appear. We do not. A lie. Existence fleeting. We fed, we slumber, dream sweet. Skin soiled. Contamination. Voices cry out. Shadows cry out. Sleep in filth. Visit sky above, loud sky full of angels. Got close. Angels vengeful and attack one another. Guns and blades. We watch, slay the wicked, dance in the moonlight of gunpowder and flame. We see the light above the ganglands. We seek the treasures. Shadows cry out, filling us with sadness, with happiness. We cry out, only answered by angels of the filth. Missing ties. Need tie for work. Snow? Cold. Death. Frozen. Safety in filth.
Eve of the Sky Demon
Bald man in sewer spread his magic. We dressed him up and quartered him later. Still healing from encounter. Work still for wine lady. Must cleanse us before duties. Wine lady gets upset if we do not.