Afternoon
in
Jackboots
The night had long since passed and the morning had dawned gray and misty, the glade had been visited by numerous strange characters, many come to harass, taunt, inflict, repay, disturb and bother, a few come to add. Long a favorite place for the monsters to gather and hurl around the invective of their belief the scene had become so dark that only hatred oozed out into the realm of the non Christians. More disturbing by far is the old Crone. She spits out her apparent heresy and hatred for all to hear and is warmly accepted by those who are studied in the Law. The Christians gather and discussed what they would and would not do in such a situation. The gray of morning gave way to an afternoon with pale light. A cold steady breeze swept the charnel smell away. The cleric in black was exhausted, the man identified as a deceiver kept up a steady drone of words, bothering only those who bothered with them, listen not when the deceiver is abroad.
We are here in this glade to decide the fate of this old Crone and the cord she claims to be a strand in. I am here because you brethren are an ignorant pack of savages, disgusting for all, as you hurl invective and hate. This place is a pestilent glade, you claiming Christianity have littered it with this type of foul debris as you squat and battle over the truth of your relationship to Him, think any see your light, think any entertain that you are wise and Fear God. Little blackguards hide amongst you and conspire with this Old Crone to create fear and fright. A nasty slippery bunch of monsters this seems, hiding under whatever lies come conveniently to mouth and claiming guidance from the Spirit as they spout foul drivel. I care not what you do in your monstrous caves, go and batter each other with your poisons and your foul weapons. Old Crone, I will wait for the judgement of these Christian men and women, I will cleave you the to the heart if thou dost not shut off thy foul face. Listen Litter Tongue, you can claim I have offended your God all ye wish, you are an ignorant and vile thing. Think you I need some cleric to tell me that you are foul. Rant and Rave, thy brother and sister in tongue and heart have no power here and only serve to make you look worse than you do already. Look here at my companion, think you he read the Scripture I gave you. You all know this, you all say you believe this, you teach it is truth, and then you foul these wonderful things you believe with what comes out of yourselves. So you clerics, feel free to instruct this little band, I will not, they may accept your rebuke and teaching but clearly they have rejected the dark Robe. Are any capable of instructing. You think your sound doctrine is found only in the Word, so you have no praise in your hearts, no songs upon your lips, no light to attract the unbelievers, you stick to your Letters, but come and try to gainsay this cleric who has stood under the Witness of the Spirit and said his truth. Come ye sleepers. |
