So much talk of loyalty for one once sworn to Hashan

Should we expect you in Eleusis when this one doesn't go to plan?

You speak of a price but not one paid by you,

Happy to let us bear the curse of Pazuzu,

That's what a price is, something that you yourselves bear

None of this false pretense that you care

About the wellbeing of Creation, behind which you hide

But I refuse to be part of your "righteous" genocide

Be good to me, not Good to me,

Drowning in the depths of your own hypocrisy

Thinly veiled excuses for your Imperial design,

Expecting the rest of us to fall quietly in line,

But I ask of you this while Sapience is rent with gashes,

Who will you beat down once you've reduced the world to ashes?




Penned by my hand on the 25th of Ero, in the year 954 AF.