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I was never unfamiliar with holding a “weapon“. Pen is mightier than sword and whatnot, but I’ve written a million pages and I'll write a million more in my time. Words mean nothing to me when I’ve been promised eternal greatness by Them, and I will make sure I will receive it. I couldn’t fathom why They chose me, me, out of everyone in this town. I cannot speak, I cannot bring their words. . . I have my own issues that are unresolved, caused by the very blessings that they decided to bring upon me.
Everyone in this town is sick.
Why? Why do they stray so far from what we used to be?
Too loud, too loud, too loud.
Weapons are loud. Yet weaponry is my favorite thing to handle. It’s controlled, it’s my safety. . . No more pen and pencil, no more ink to refill. Let me refill my own ammunition. Yes, Yes! My own way of spreading Their word, my God. . . It shouldn’t matter what I use.
They’ve chosen me for a reason. I’ve already grown hungry, the first sacrifice to Them given long ago. . . But I was too greedy, tore more apart for myself than for Them. I’m awful, God, please forgive me, for I was only trying to satisfy my hunger.
No.
No.
No.
This won’t do.
This town has upset them. These putrid mongrels aren’t enough. Not even I am enough for Them, yet at least I can see the truth. Every 12 years, someone must please Them, and every year they’ve all failed and fallen from their glory they’ve been promised. . .
God help me, help them all. . .
None of them can do it right, they’re all incorrect, wrong, faulty. They cannot give the Almighty the grace They need. Especially not when they fail to deliver the sacrifices, or fail to truly give themselves. I’ve already given my ability to speak and I am prepared for everything They wish for me. I will mark my name in history and make sure I live to see them all suffer. Forever in Their name, their beauty, all of them.
I have sewn mouths shut and suffocated the unwilling’s senses for Them. I’ve given them freedom and taken away those who didn’t deserve the Almighty’s grace, and yet all of them are ungrateful. They scream, shout, and cry but by God is it glorious. It is the cries that tell me that I will escape damnation.
The Almighty will save me.
The Almighty will grant me the eternal life I so rightfully deserve.