(no subject)

[electropriest]

The pain of the infected only becomes worse
The cause of it is now closer
An idea of one once important
But the pain of the physical is no comparison
The pain of the mental grows
A new mind is coming
A stronger mind
The flesh is week
And my only wish to purge the pain
Stop the fear
Feed the souls of others

A single soul is but small
Small to the void
To small to stand on its own
Only the free can live
But none are free
They must once again rise to grace
As the illness dies so shall the week
Only the cells of strong will feel power
Your Priest will become free
Your Priest will be clean
It is the way of the Mechanicus
It is my way
And it is I that do its will

In the will of all minds
Lies the destruction of all