- Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, summoned the priest. In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu lies dreaming, my son. May the one true God protects us against the Olds, as His light will show us the path to Redemption.
- May I thank you, Holy Father, Precious Speaker of the One, for bequeathing to me your precious time.
- Go on, my child, as the Dreamers must speak the truths.
- I have sinned mightily, your Holiness, and know there are some sins that the Unique would not forgive.
- They are few, but the most grave. Tell me.
- The dream is strong, and I still have taste of the mighty sin. Wandering in the darkness of the plebes, in the mist of tobacco, celebrating Dionysus, I met a succubus of the Devil. As I dared to look at her, her eyes pierced my heart. My desire for lust has never been that strong, as I challenged her on the melodies of the sons of Mumford. May the One protect my sanity, as that night, I tasted Ambrosia. Her warm lips melted my conception of reality and eternity is now my destiny, as I will feel the ecstasy for the end of times. I can't but think of her hands in my hairs, her hips against mines, her rhythms controlling my senses.
- How do you know this was a creature of the Devil ?
- Such pleasure is reserved to immortals, and pity the fool that thinks he earned the right to taste the power of the Gods.
- The ways of the Lord are unfathomable, my son. Have you committed the sin of Lust ?
- Certainly I did, Father. The desire burns in my veins. My life is now dedicated to her sight. My hands are made to caress her soft skin. My blood is devoted to pulse inside her. I breathe only to get closer to her kisses...
- Enough ! Your mind is lost in the magnificence of your dream. Your immaterial sin is stronger as it is intended, even without being committed...
- And my conscience is confused. I can't but discern the reality from the dream. The taste is so real, the touch so warm, the feeling so strong. I am walking in a dream, and waking up in her arms. My existence is only a shadow of my wanders. I do not perceive anymore this reality as the only one, and I am coming to doubt even its existence.
- Am I only a creation of your mind ? Be careful as to deny the substance of a Speaker is preaching against the Dark One. Certainly you must know that none can summon him in the the ethereal dimension of a dream.
- May I thank you, Holy Father, Precious Speaker of the One, for bequeathing to me your precious time.
- Go on, my child, as the Dreamers must speak the truths.
- I have sinned mightily, your Holiness, and know there are some sins that the Unique would not forgive.
- They are few, but the most grave. Tell me.
- The dream is strong, and I still have taste of the mighty sin. Wandering in the darkness of the plebes, in the mist of tobacco, celebrating Dionysus, I met a succubus of the Devil. As I dared to look at her, her eyes pierced my heart. My desire for lust has never been that strong, as I challenged her on the melodies of the sons of Mumford. May the One protect my sanity, as that night, I tasted Ambrosia. Her warm lips melted my conception of reality and eternity is now my destiny, as I will feel the ecstasy for the end of times. I can't but think of her hands in my hairs, her hips against mines, her rhythms controlling my senses.
- How do you know this was a creature of the Devil ?
- Such pleasure is reserved to immortals, and pity the fool that thinks he earned the right to taste the power of the Gods.
- The ways of the Lord are unfathomable, my son. Have you committed the sin of Lust ?
- Certainly I did, Father. The desire burns in my veins. My life is now dedicated to her sight. My hands are made to caress her soft skin. My blood is devoted to pulse inside her. I breathe only to get closer to her kisses...
- Enough ! Your mind is lost in the magnificence of your dream. Your immaterial sin is stronger as it is intended, even without being committed...
- And my conscience is confused. I can't but discern the reality from the dream. The taste is so real, the touch so warm, the feeling so strong. I am walking in a dream, and waking up in her arms. My existence is only a shadow of my wanders. I do not perceive anymore this reality as the only one, and I am coming to doubt even its existence.
- Am I only a creation of your mind ? Be careful as to deny the substance of a Speaker is preaching against the Dark One. Certainly you must know that none can summon him in the the ethereal dimension of a dream.
No comments:
Post a Comment