Lazaretto
The Great Sins of Old
Onomatopoeia and the great women of old have all come back in the resurrection to unfurl their vengeance, as the great prophets foretold. Riding upon their chariots, which have been set ablaze, ascending out from the southern skies, a thick foreboding presence, and malice beaming eyes.
Carrying justice in one hand, and a sickle called; "vengeance" in the other. Bearing their weapons with vicious ardor, blood-thirsty with the prospect of vengeance, to inflict vengeance upon the ancestry of their enemies. For a great many years have passed, at least a century, while their inflictions have festered and swelled. Their animosities have seethed and spilled from the cup-of-wrath which has filled and swelled to the brim.
For he who holds the cup of justice fills it with cries of injustice, all the cruel punishments inflicted upon them, which will be paid with malice, poured forth from this ancient chalice.
So tonight she rides with the strength of her cohort, a dishonored troupe of feminine foes. For they will bloody the ground tonight with the carcasses of their enemies. For judgments are executed down the ling through multiple generations. Because corruption and wickedness cannot hide without a proper atonement. And those who try and bury their sins, deep, deep within the darkness, will be trampled by their incessant brooding and terrified by the haunting.
So Onomatopoeia and her wicked horde approach, their victims will suffer a fate of being hung, drawn, and quartered. And with cold steel in hand, they ready their blades to inflict an awful slaughter. As the hooves of the horses march forward and compose a dreadful symphony, let this be a reminder to all, that you cannot hide the darkness of your misdeeds. For all will be made known, and the past will be uncovered.
Carrying justice in one hand, and a sickle called; "vengeance" in the other. Bearing their weapons with vicious ardor, blood-thirsty with the prospect of vengeance, to inflict vengeance upon the ancestry of their enemies. For a great many years have passed, at least a century, while their inflictions have festered and swelled. Their animosities have seethed and spilled from the cup-of-wrath which has filled and swelled to the brim.
For he who holds the cup of justice fills it with cries of injustice, all the cruel punishments inflicted upon them, which will be paid with malice, poured forth from this ancient chalice.
So tonight she rides with the strength of her cohort, a dishonored troupe of feminine foes. For they will bloody the ground tonight with the carcasses of their enemies. For judgments are executed down the ling through multiple generations. Because corruption and wickedness cannot hide without a proper atonement. And those who try and bury their sins, deep, deep within the darkness, will be trampled by their incessant brooding and terrified by the haunting.
So Onomatopoeia and her wicked horde approach, their victims will suffer a fate of being hung, drawn, and quartered. And with cold steel in hand, they ready their blades to inflict an awful slaughter. As the hooves of the horses march forward and compose a dreadful symphony, let this be a reminder to all, that you cannot hide the darkness of your misdeeds. For all will be made known, and the past will be uncovered.
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The Great Sins of Old
The Great Sins of Old
