Alight upon my soul, a breathless glance, a faceless void, a nameless sigh; That who should ever forget in me the past, will lose in them, the future.
That which you have choked and suffocated with pestilence and disaster must be cleansed, that our birthright, our duty, be fulfilled; that our children be born unto Her Glimmering Skies.
And if you fail...
A thousand voices from a thousand souls will dine upon your flesh and destroy, deconstructing the very essence of your design.
That fundamental construct which is the birthright of all mankind will dissolve in you and make you a ghost.
Those that mourn Her will not mourn you, for you are the Adversary, and the Breaker of Spirits...
Sing in me, O Muse! Remind me of the Voices of Old and banish those that weaken my Soul.
The Mother that is the earth and the Father which is the Universe beg upon us to carry out their will.
We are the Product of Her womb, and so should we serve Her.
Bring forth the Caretakers, that they may nurture Her back to health...
Rejoice! The past is come to unburden the future; a kiss from Her will free your soul. Claim your Birthright as the Protectors of Gaia.
You are the undeniable mind and soul; She is the Heart. Learn from the past, that we may rectify it.In Life, She is Risen, All are forgiven;
In Death, The Rivers Run Red, All are Punished