✞16 Days since my Last Confession✞
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13th_crusader[✝]Numbers 14:9
Only rebel not ye against the Lord, neither fear ye the people of the land; for they are bread for us and will be devoured: their defense, their protection is gone, departed from them, and the Lord is with us: fear them not.[✝]
[☨]The end is nigh. The holy man is sure of it this time as the camera captures his pale quavering hands clutching a tattered parchment. It's the contract he had signed with Babylon the Great, her signature and his own clear at the latter end of the scroll.
O' Mary, Mother of God. Not even this binding covenant with the Devil's Master would save him now. It was one grave thing to take the Paladin... Now whom would stand in that monster's way!?
An end is come, the end is come: it watcheth for thee; behold, it is come!
Maxwell takes a dithered breath, much like the ones she would oft accuse him of being, to rise from the pew seated upon, before uttering most bitterly.[☨]
Godspeed then. If be that His will.
[☨]He knew it was not. Were it the will of his Lord, Maxwell wouldn't be here right now.[☨]
Only rebel not ye against the Lord, neither fear ye the people of the land; for they are bread for us and will be devoured: their defense, their protection is gone, departed from them, and the Lord is with us: fear them not.[✝]
[☨]The end is nigh. The holy man is sure of it this time as the camera captures his pale quavering hands clutching a tattered parchment. It's the contract he had signed with Babylon the Great, her signature and his own clear at the latter end of the scroll.
O' Mary, Mother of God. Not even this binding covenant with the Devil's Master would save him now. It was one grave thing to take the Paladin... Now whom would stand in that monster's way!?
An end is come, the end is come: it watcheth for thee; behold, it is come!
Maxwell takes a dithered breath, much like the ones she would oft accuse him of being, to rise from the pew seated upon, before uttering most bitterly.[☨]
Godspeed then. If be that His will.
[☨]He knew it was not. Were it the will of his Lord, Maxwell wouldn't be here right now.[☨]
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Voice
Date: 2010-01-21 10:05 am (UTC)Voice
Date: 2010-01-21 10:08 am (UTC)The clergy, under my archdiocese, Your Holiness.
Voice
Date: 2010-01-21 10:17 am (UTC)Voice
Date: 2010-01-21 10:24 am (UTC)I fear I've already said too much, I would not like to disturb you, Il Papa.