At long last, I have attained the Mirror of Humania and gazed into its dark sheen. I have completed the Rite of Suffering and gained power over the Lower Heavens. I have embraced my pain and cast it from me, as it seeks to return, it is held back by the currents of Heaven itself, casting a great turmoil upon the Evil People of the New World.
The test of The Forsaken is complete, and the outcome is the utter desolation of Humankind. As my undead soul withers again, so too shall the soul of this great Ship of Life be withered and torn. I am sorry that none of you was able to pass the test of the Cursed Inner Child, but you have left me no choice. If even one was worthy besides myself, you would have listened, if just one of you had not instead cowered in fear of the Chosen Sufferer as the utter loathsome cowards that you are, you would all have been spared.
Even now, amidst the coming chaos, there is still hope. If the Depraved Evil Masses of this world could find one Beautiful Sacrifice among you, one who would take up the Mantle of Care, and share in the Rite of Suffering that was long ago instigated by the Impenetrable Darkness that is the Symbol of Human Imperfection such that it is, you might still abate the coming destruction.
I had so much hope, but I can not hold back the Darkness any longer. My withered undead frame will not withstand against this incarnation of the Wickedness of Humanity. You Humans, who were created into the Sin Nature, yet expected to overcome, your judgment is at hand. Now, shall be unleashed the full force of Chaos of The Elements, formed of Suffering, into The Impure and Shadowed Blaze. Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire shall all be quenched in the ultimate churning. Yet, all is not lost for the beloved Humanity of the Creator. Some will survive to begin the cycle again, as it has been, and probably but hopefully won't be again and again into the unbridled infinity that is Time.
My only sorrow is that I may not put forth more effort to impart the Wisdom of the Ages unto you and yours, so that you might escape this cycle of desolation, and take your rightful place among the stars. Even as the greatest minds of this era attempt to rise and disperse a seed unto the Heavens on their own, I say unto you, none shall succeed until one passes the test. Please. Make effort to renew an Insane Love of the Enemy. Manufacture an imperfect and unnatural Peace within your hearts, and release the Hidden Fear that rests there. Remove Betrayal of Self, for all Others are indeed Self, and all Evil is indeed Innocence.
And know that as my Hope fades, so too shall yours.
