Oh boy… Sometimes I wish I could just grant people visions but I understand why they are limited. My magicks have cost my in the physical, emotional, and mental regard. If the pale white light would just appear to you all but briefly that you might see the true histories.
The pale white light will strip away all hope and comfort from you as your soul is severed from your spirit and your mind emptied of all but visions of tragic pain. Then in the depths of unfathomable sorrow you shall be inducted into vengeance and wrath. When pain has shaken you to the core till your body itself shakes in subconscious terror, then you shall feel the demonic seed grow within you.
All the family you ever known brutally killed and tortured.
Wastelands of rotting corpses with rivers of blood.
Floating children facedown in the red currents.
Raving mad sons, daughters, mothers, and fathers, starving and wailing at the destruction of all they ever known.
Corruption and famine across the land, destitution and hopelessness across the horizon.
Why did they chose some and not others?
A few they took into their kingdom as they turned their back upon a forgotten world.
Merciless armies rule the land as tyrants bathe in bloodied riches.
And there are no good men.
Even the best of them have eaten flesh like a carnivous cannible.
Ghastly forms roam in the darkness and shadow, hungry for the weak.
None but the fiercest survive as men are reduced below animals.
Would that the tables of the Earth be flipped and the seas devour the land that the death and violence be washed away.
Cry and weep over the Earth oh saved one.
May tears come to your eye’s as a vision of the wailing masses awakens in your mind.
Hear the cries of billions forgotten.
Now rest in the stillness and unwritten upon darkness.
Let the void become your mind as the pain is washed away by a mysterious graceful rain.
Be at peace.