The Blackest Word/Volume Three

The Blackest Word
Cost: To open your eyes	Prophet of The Blackest Cult: The Blackest Pen	Volume 1
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The War thus far.

As the world tumbles and turns itself on the back of a giant turtle of war, we march and make change in the minds of those deep enough to consider more to life then just battle and mastering battle.

Our job here in this world is to bring chaos, but so much more then just that. We are the flowers in the dung heap. We are the lone light in the darkest valley of death. We are the ringing bell in the boring silence. We are the color and depth that dies when we leave one land to find another.

Our movement has forced entired nations to become "thinking groups" and "artists of thought". We have single handedly moved entire realms to consider their own stance on good-vs-evil when before they simply assumed themselvs to be one or the other.

Good men have choosen to seek us and find us worthy of love and respect.

Evil men have choosen to seek us and adopt us as brothers to an important cuase.

Here in this world, this strange alien world of humdrum bordom and empty minded morons, we have begun a movement that seeks to make all this death, all this war, all this chatter and banter worth MORE then just gold and plots of land.

We must not forget that every judge in this world has heard of us. Every king, Arch priest, Marshal, law man and jailer has heard of our wonderful family. Most assume they will be the first to destroy us, but they do not know, we have always been here. Our kind exsist before the age of now, and after. We are the truly bright, and the worthy. We are the ones who think past the boring stats of war and numbers behind life.

So....to all in your realms. Keep up the good work. Continue to build and provoke a change in this world. Remove the clouded sheet of mindlessness from the world's eye. Show them there is much more to life then sticking your nose to a sword. And show them that the true meaning of life is to bring wonderful chaos, pain and joy to the universe.

The sheep will say "Bah" but then we will eat the sheep.

Lastly. I ask you all favour. Stay alive, and stay safe. There are too few of us to waste our lives in dieing for any mortal cuase. Be alive and be well. I love you, if no one else does.

The Blackest Pen 18:30, 4 October 2006 (CEST)