Afore my very eyes, the deid walk.
The undeid form an army, and line up, and march forth.
For those wha would attempt tae embrace the ultimate principle o' backwards heresy would the Vatican, Would Section XIII, would AH forgive them?
Afore ye even have ae chance tae tremble ye'll perish like straw.
We ask o' thee.
Whit Art Thou?
We art Iscariot.
The zealot Judas!
In That case Iscariot. We ask o' thee whit dost thou hold in thy right hand?
Daggers!
And poisons!
OUHHH!
In that case, Iscariot. We ask o' thee whit dost thou hold in they left hand?
Thirty silver pieces!
And a rope!
In that case! Whit art thou?
As Apostles yet not as Apostles.
As adhrents yet not as adherents.
As believers yet not as believers.
As Traitors yet not as traitors!
We art disciples of death.
The death disciple group.
Only bowing and praying forgivness of the Lord.
Only Bowing and defeating the enemies of the Lord.
Wielding our dagger in the night and poisioning the evening meal.
We art assassins.
The assassin Judas!
When the time comes we shalt cast our thirty silver pieces at the altear and hang they head from our rope.
Thereby we shalt fall to hell in Cabal.
Lined up in square formation we seek to do battle with the seven million, four hundred-five thousand, nine hundred twenty-six demons of hell.
Apocalpse now!
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