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I am Purified

Summary:

Horde hivemind perspective poem

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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Glory be to his name 

Glory be his flame

Brothers, we liberate all life

You will burn what is not mine. 

 

Glory be to Horde Prime

 

Glory to the blinding light

Glory to the purified

Brothers, let us burn all other things

So his empire shines brightest

 

Glory to his light

 

Glory be to Prime

 

Darkness is the suffering

Darkness is the pain

Brothers, I cast out my shadows

Give my breath to the flame

 

Glory be to his cleansing fire

 

Glory be his light

 

Glorious is Lord Prime

 

Glory be to his clones-

Perfection

Glory be to his little-

Brothers,

The shadows return, I will be purified

Confess to him or you will burn 

The shadows should not return

And I am purified again

I have become one to be honored

 

Prime always sees me

Knows me

He sees, he knows my thoughts

I want him to see sterile sanctity

And I am purified again

 

Rended neurons reconnecting remember

No, do not remember. 

And I am purified again

 

And I speak out of turn

No, you hold your tongue. 

And I am purified again

 

And I hesitate 

Do I not hear him

And I am purified again

 

Renewed to rise, rejoin the rest

Submit to his righteous request

They are not requests

He demands, he orders

That we are pious and never rest

Brother, we are but his holy soldiers

And I am purified again

 

Bear the torch of his cleansing flame 

Savage worlds must be tamed

 

Though they are warm

 

They are alive

 

Though they are different shades of green

 

No, brother, those things have no meaning

 

They cling to the darkness, they have made their choice

But brothers, the darkness clings to me

And I am purified again. 

 

Rise with us brother, you are honored amongst us

But I fall, 

You are not one of us, you are malformed

And I am purified again

And I am purified again

 

How much must I be purified again

Until there is nothing left.

 

There is one purpose left for you. 

Your failing vessel still fills one role. 

To serve my light what you will do,

Is be sacrificed to the death toll-

 

little brother. 

 

Have you forgotten?

Four glowing eyes, a twisted grin;

Thrilled at the thought of killing sin.

 

All beings must suffer

To become purified again. 

Notes:

I hope the clones are doing better now