Akphaezya - The Bottle of Lie
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{Thome III}
(Runes from Rodrom, carved in the stone of an old jail by H. Naftès in 1254)
{The Bottle of lie}
(Since the day when Khym Al Azad had committed suicide, each south Akphaezyan covered his heart with the name of Tyron, so... Who would have listened to this lunatic, mythomaniac, with a jackal head ring on his finger, who was screaming that a day... in a deep forest... fat in the north...)
“They were at least a thousand... I swear... Please... believe me... Half, they are beast... half man... This is the truth please... believe me... I... saw your god baptizing them in the blood of violence... losing control on his plans... I say... The god stole the infants... I... I even heard him cry... I heard hum justify: ‘Soon after they are raised, human will be ereased’!”
(The Akphaezyan could not hear such an insanity. Rodrom militia arrested him in 1294. He rested so many times in jail... People said he was even dead... But, in 1254 the high clergy of Rodom decided to give him an atonement... The ‘Trial of Denial’. A religious jurisdiction where you can ask for forgiveness by denying your word or die for your fallacy, by drinking a poison: ‘the bottle of lie’... All remembers his address to the Court...)
“Thanks to all his priests and sages’ credulity, Tyro masters there demons’ rages and destiy... Tyro blinds your heart with shadows of a butterfly, and so falls the sentence of Clergy: ‘Deny or drink the bottle of lie’? Hum... Found guilty in the trial of denial, I answer: ‘Summus jus, summa injuria!’
Tyro master you all in a cage of credulity, but I... I must prove that real is my message... I AM NOT GUILTY! Your law based on shadows won’t fade on what opened my eyes... and this justifies that I can die by poison: ‘Bottle of lie!’
(So he drank the entire bottle looking at the crowd... and while he was dying, he heard a judge saying...)
“Oh no! Look at his jackal head ring... Sign of the bad augury king...
H. Nafèts’ emissary that we feared, please, forgive us... for the truth we could not hear... Oh... too late... He is dead...
...But listen brothers, if he was right... he wears the mark... of misfortune... Think, think, my brothers... if giving Khym the Vortex was only an illusion in order to make us believe in a hero sent by Tyro... through our shadows... through Shyrya’s despotism... may Khym be one of us, but if he’s not... ih fe was the Ayzeahpka...? If there were at least... a thousand...”
(Doubt in the air... No answers... Only a long wait... until people began to speak to the congregation...)
“Brothers, how could not we think about Good and Evil... Are we able to sat Tyro, our good saviour, would be the serf of the queen... Brother, it’s time for faith and prayer: Tyro, incarnation of natural divinities, sorrow for lands in agony, since each tear is a fallen tree in the abyss of the golden sea.”
H. Nafèts
{Thome III}
(Runes from Rodrom, carved in the stone of an old jail by H. Naftès in 1254)
{The Bottle of lie}
(Since the day when Khym Al Azad had committed suicide, each south Akphaezyan covered his heart with the name of Tyron, so... Who would have listened to this lunatic, mythomaniac, with a jackal head ring on his finger, who was screaming that a day... in a deep forest... fat in the north...)
“They were at least a thousand... I swear... Please... believe me... Half, they are beast... half man... This is the truth please... believe me... I... saw your god baptizing them in the blood of violence... losing control on his plans... I say... The god stole the infants... I... I even heard him cry... I heard hum justify: ‘Soon after they are raised, human will be ereased’!”
(The Akphaezyan could not hear such an insanity. Rodrom militia arrested him in 1294. He rested so many times in jail... People said he was even dead... But, in 1254 the high clergy of Rodom decided to give him an atonement... The ‘Trial of Denial’. A religious jurisdiction where you can ask for forgiveness by denying your word or die for your fallacy, by drinking a poison: ‘the bottle of lie’... All remembers his address to the Court...)
“Thanks to all his priests and sages’ credulity, Tyro masters there demons’ rages and destiy... Tyro blinds your heart with shadows of a butterfly, and so falls the sentence of Clergy: ‘Deny or drink the bottle of lie’? Hum... Found guilty in the trial of denial, I answer: ‘Summus jus, summa injuria!’
Tyro master you all in a cage of credulity, but I... I must prove that real is my message... I AM NOT GUILTY! Your law based on shadows won’t fade on what opened my eyes... and this justifies that I can die by poison: ‘Bottle of lie!’
(So he drank the entire bottle looking at the crowd... and while he was dying, he heard a judge saying...)
“Oh no! Look at his jackal head ring... Sign of the bad augury king...
H. Nafèts’ emissary that we feared, please, forgive us... for the truth we could not hear... Oh... too late... He is dead...
...But listen brothers, if he was right... he wears the mark... of misfortune... Think, think, my brothers... if giving Khym the Vortex was only an illusion in order to make us believe in a hero sent by Tyro... through our shadows... through Shyrya’s despotism... may Khym be one of us, but if he’s not... ih fe was the Ayzeahpka...? If there were at least... a thousand...”
(Doubt in the air... No answers... Only a long wait... until people began to speak to the congregation...)
“Brothers, how could not we think about Good and Evil... Are we able to sat Tyro, our good saviour, would be the serf of the queen... Brother, it’s time for faith and prayer: Tyro, incarnation of natural divinities, sorrow for lands in agony, since each tear is a fallen tree in the abyss of the golden sea.”
H. Nafèts
