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A sacrifice Unto the Gods (( Journals of Prophets))

The circal gathers
Hoods are drawn
and robes are dawned
a sacrifice This night is made
Our numbers to be made one less
From My place i watch
Choking back the distain
Staring at her as she readys her self
a choice i cannot effect
She gives herself to the gods this night
She gives the Life They gave her back

For this Night with a Blade anoited In Blood of the false priest
She gives her self
Thinking her Gift will not be in vain
Sadly it shall be
For the false priest Is but a puppet
Dancing On the strings
Strung for him By a Prophet
He thinks this is what her Gods want
For that is what the prophet Told him
But this Coventant Drawn Forth From words of a prophet
and Entered into with Blood and faith
Is but a Lie
Based Upon The Visions of one who is a false priest
who upon his knees Prays to gods
Who already know this Desption
Who Never Turly could Trust him

This Distraction The prophets Saw as need
away from the sight Of Gods and spirts
enact there power, to fullfill the goals

As Now I choking Upon My words
I say my part in this Godless Act
For This is the will of men
and Not the will of Our gods
Nor the will of any God
For with this a child for whom there is Not limit
She Has Forsaken Her gifts
And For allowing this They Shall be forsaken
as i already am

And by this, In the eyes of My brothers
and anoited In Blood of my childe
I return to My place along Side
Them, The Dark Prophets
With Whom i swore My pack
But Only now i can say;

I am Turly A prophet,
Who Hands are stained.