Staggering in this recourse; a marginal assumption lags behind….And these calm waters turn to dust before my eyes after mans’ abuses vial in its greatest substance. What is this blood price wasted on innocent’s ire? Loosed our swine along its richer coast to sin upon its mercury, to what value is sacrifice worthy of its cause? Has survival left us prudent to decide the fate of the world? Merging thence its wants in greater numbers held therein its’ buxom girth…*Shakes his head*, do you kin our disaster relished in gold, swept along its banks the levy of the poorest find. No matter a fair trade of wealth behind us the land is scored. And for this sacrilege our children sore for our scars we left, menacing herein the pitted forest supplied our consuming fire, hence our nightly celebration in earthly fruits.
So they have come to me, ill in their demeanor and presumptuous of their fate. With so much glory in numbers they progress, a foundry of guiltless spies I encounter slobbering in their indulgences. Thence they call me a God and I strike them down, bent in their cowardly worship.
I am time remembered, sullied in its’ oath to vanquish greed but yet a man, to ever become tempted in his course. And that is my sentence.
