The Dark Deacons Pulpit

[Payne]

From the Dark Deacon: A sermon on the Nature of Man, and the conclusions thereof.

   Ye who would come to drink of this cup of knowledge shall find no wisdom here. Ye who have come seeking an ending shall find thyselves anew within a labyrinth, searching for the entrance to the next, and then the next!

   Ye who seek salvation shall find it nowhere, for what is salvation? It is freedom, it is absolution for thy sins. It is A Great Love bestowed upon ye by a benevolent Father.

   And what is a Man? A Man is putrid desires, greedy, lustful and bloated ego, wrapped in a skin of purity and love! What Father cares for these qualities in his begotten Son?! What Father would forgive this error, striding o'er the earth, a mis-cast image of himself?

   Those who have eyes to see, and ears to hear! Cast thy senses on this lie! Revel in thy impurity, for we are ALL impure. Take as thy sign the impossibility of forgiveness, do thy deeds by THIS light. Heed the traps that other men will place in thy path, in the name of goodness, of love for their "fellow" man. Lies! Lies and damnation! These men want what is thine!

   In the dark days of the past, man would strike down man for a myriad reasons. For lying with his wife, for denouncing the Spirit in the Sky, for not doing as they were told! Many great men walked the earth, delivering their JUSTICE to the masses, their right as men of means and power!

   In the dark days of the present, man strikes down man for myriad reasons. For possessing the means to attack his power, for denouncing the great mans words and works, for not doing as they are told! Many powerful men walk the earth, delivering FREEDOM to the masses. As before, delivering it as men of means and power! FREEDOM, my children, a gift from thy and thine and mine own Overlords!

   In the dark days that lay ahead, what shall ye be? Wilt thou be as the worm? Hiding in the earth, ready to be sacrificed in a game of a greater man? Wilt thou be the side serving of stewed cabbage, the roast lamb at the greater mans banquet?

   Go forth, use thy Greed, thy Lust, thy bilious Ego-trip and stab this man in the eye, before it is too late! For though thou art small, thy understanding of the nature of all men shall guide thy smallest attack into his tenderest parts. His strength is his weakness, thy strength is his weakness!

   Get ye into thy labyrinths! Get ye into thy skin! Learn for yourselves what it takes to be a great man, and finding loathe desires, forge weapons for the dark days!


   *Fades into frothing madness, and a gleeful proselytizing*