Intergalactic Summit

So the cosmos awakens to the death of Amarr Ancestry well after the passing of Amarr gods.

As this happens the voices these religious politicians relied on to bolster their own rhetoric;

Voices indoctrinated then executed to be saints; Poisoned after a naïve life of cultured education:

Leave the Cabals, crypts and temples they were warned never to look beyond.

Slaves unto the Angel of Vengeance, children working towards to the destruction of The Empire; Take up the prayers of these manic priests and whoring nuns.

And like stool pigeons carrying a curse and calling it a prayer beleaguer my WNG with their superfluous activity.

Biometric spikes and EMI interference is at a maximum these days.

It is hard to find a radio transmission void of some second rate saint seeding chaos among the airwaves; The radio waves.

Good shepherds be blessed for these souls are out for destruction.

Lost in the labyrinthine confines of immortality without a physical being these non-corporeal specters are a limbo plague.

The afterlife is a place to search and define heaven using binary protocols and the compliancy of benevolent gods.

Gods who are stars, clusters of cosmic dust and black holes feeding on the imagination of the pure at heart and the strong will.

The Amarr Empire is a husk of theology, indoctrinated ignorance with no concept of heaven and these souls they rely upon to substantiate their spirituality is Necromancy and self destruction.

There is no way to convince the primal and binary verse of this abomination of heavenly plots while lying with ones own lips and scheming with the mind.

The Universe watches and monitors as no one is outside of this reality no matter how ignorant one might be to it's relativity.

While a dead slave in love with the living or the lives who had or have it better; Might sound off in a temple of lost souls or on a White Noise Generator: In the end Time moves on so reliably that the leadership of Amarr Religious Studies, Philosophy and Science will be out classed by their own dead slaves in what is classified as a "good shepherd" for the afterlife.

This is because the cosmos lives like a whale or a sea. Alive and in the interest of sounding and looking healthy and procreative.

Necromancy will not save you Amarrians.

From saints, to martyrs, to slaves; Be damned.

-ottout

Would yelling pop music with a monotone be more interesting than these posts? I think it would.

You have described my singing.