I'm back! I'm letting Blink get some rest,
I brought along a winged friend to reach into your chest.
and address, these truths that you ceaselessly confess,
Benedict, Bliss? My defs are ready for this mess.

Know the pain which you have caused; guilt if you could feel it,
And you shall be naught but cinders; remnants of your burning spirit,
And see that which Evil reaps;
Hell, my sight upon this Seven Truths pamphlet-


One; this one references sentient life,
Which surprises me greatly, given the caliber of the verse you write.

Two; I covered in your first berating,
The only cruelty in your lines, the tedious castigating.

Three; this one pretty much writes itself,
Good thing too since I'm shaking off Two's double delph.

Four; lack of discipline? You're the leader,
Someday you'll learn the firm hand of poetic meter.

And "effeminate values", eesh, maybe that should be confronted,
Setting your compass by verbiage better left in AF 400.

Five; Never heard a proclamation bolder,
If that's true the Sartai'd have more than one brawny soldier.

Six and Seven; I think these are starting to repeat,
Hardship, pain, cruelty? Cobblestones paving your defeat.


And so that's seven truths, I guess I'm owing you a lie?
Don't worry about it, I'm sure you'll get me next time!

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Ero, in the year 955 AF.