Eleven Prayers
Yeah, I was a priest and treasurer of a cult who worshiped the sun. And fire.
...What? You didn't know?
In the beginning, people had nothing. Their bodies ached, and their hearts held nothing but hatred. They fought endlessly, but death never came. They despaired, stuck in the eternal quagmire. A man offered a serpent to the sun and prayed for salvation. A woman offered a reed to the sun and asked for joy. Feeling pity for the sadness that had over run the earth, God was born from these two people. God made time and divided it into day and night. God outlined the road to salvation and gave people joy. And God took endless time away from the people. God created beings to lead people in obedience to Her. The red God, Xuchilbara, the yellow God, Lobsel Vith, many Gods and angels. Finally God set out to create Paradise, were people would be happy just by being there. But the God's strength ran out, and she collapsed. All the world's people grieved this unfortunate event, yet God breathed Her last. She returned to the dust, promising to come again.
So God hasn't been lost. We must offer our prayers and not forget our faith. We wait in hope for the day when the Path to Paradise will be opened.
Awww. Didn't that just touch you? Have we found a moral in the crock of shit? Don't trust anything created from a serpent and a reed, for one thing. Also, don't bitch about eternal life; hardly anything horrible about living forever. And Paradise? It's nothing but a dinky little lie meant to inspire false hope and blind faith. All good cults need something to hook 'em in, after all. Keeps the money rolling in. Which reminds me, if you like what you've heard, donations are very much welcome. Can't get on the road of spiritual enlightenment without donations, you know.
And crazy witch hunters? Before you plan on storming the apartment building to fight the good fight, let me remind you that I'm already dead. And a priest. Us cult priests are unpredictable, especially the ones that have lived in a supernatural hub of a town for their entire lives. You don't want to mess with that shit. For all you know, I've already turned your leader into a toad.
Ooga booga.
...What? You didn't know?
In the beginning, people had nothing. Their bodies ached, and their hearts held nothing but hatred. They fought endlessly, but death never came. They despaired, stuck in the eternal quagmire. A man offered a serpent to the sun and prayed for salvation. A woman offered a reed to the sun and asked for joy. Feeling pity for the sadness that had over run the earth, God was born from these two people. God made time and divided it into day and night. God outlined the road to salvation and gave people joy. And God took endless time away from the people. God created beings to lead people in obedience to Her. The red God, Xuchilbara, the yellow God, Lobsel Vith, many Gods and angels. Finally God set out to create Paradise, were people would be happy just by being there. But the God's strength ran out, and she collapsed. All the world's people grieved this unfortunate event, yet God breathed Her last. She returned to the dust, promising to come again.
So God hasn't been lost. We must offer our prayers and not forget our faith. We wait in hope for the day when the Path to Paradise will be opened.
Awww. Didn't that just touch you? Have we found a moral in the crock of shit? Don't trust anything created from a serpent and a reed, for one thing. Also, don't bitch about eternal life; hardly anything horrible about living forever. And Paradise? It's nothing but a dinky little lie meant to inspire false hope and blind faith. All good cults need something to hook 'em in, after all. Keeps the money rolling in. Which reminds me, if you like what you've heard, donations are very much welcome. Can't get on the road of spiritual enlightenment without donations, you know.
And crazy witch hunters? Before you plan on storming the apartment building to fight the good fight, let me remind you that I'm already dead. And a priest. Us cult priests are unpredictable, especially the ones that have lived in a supernatural hub of a town for their entire lives. You don't want to mess with that shit. For all you know, I've already turned your leader into a toad.
Ooga booga.