Shut up! Please, shut up! Pills, I must find my pills. Those voices, and those screams, I can’t take much more. Every time I raise my pen to scratch off something in my notes, I hear them. Why am I being tortured? I tried to save her; I tried to help them all. At the clinic they talk about Heaven, I will never see you in fucking heaven. I am a sinner; I am destined to spend eternity suffering in the depths of the pit. I wonder is that what the preacher was talking about when we left him? Could this child be the one; could this child our savior?
V
From the depths came flashes of lightning, geysers of blood,
And cries of unfathomable anguish;
For the exiled beasts have risen before the throne and the undead walk.
Seven Fallen Souls, seven evils to plague man-
Through the head and blood, a lost light will shine,
And the light will be known as redemption.
(The Revelation of Moloch 8.12)
Father, again I stand before you and call to thee. My faith is strong, but still my resolve wavers. I can sense the chosen one secluded inside the corridors of this sanctuary, yet I cannot find him. Where is he? Why am I failing you? Our congregation continues to grow with every step; still, I feel we are falling short of your expectations. Are our prayers not loud enough?
Father, did you receive our last offering? Could you not taste the sweetness in her loins? Her tears were in harmony with the holiest of waterfalls, and her pleas for absolution were legendary even in this Hell. Father, was I not right to sacrifice her? Did I betray your trust? I was sure you would enjoy her flesh and accept her into your world. Her pain was justified; she was a blasphemer.
As I stand upon this mount, I again beg you for a sign. Please, give all of us the strength to remain vigilant during our journey. Father, please give us the guidance we need to fulfill our true destiny here on Earth. Let us seed the next generation of followers, baptize them in the sacred fire, and enlighten the world with your glory.
Let Us Pray
Lord of Light
Our might is strong through your words
Yet, our souls weep from the emptiness
Guide us through our Midbar and Chorbah
And all of the fruits ripened on the vines
For our power grows inside each of us
Our souls cowering to your majesty
Enlightened by the signs left before us
Another sacrifice nears, your sacred grail ahead
In your name, we pray
Amen
VI
Prayers, I think we all need some prayers in our lives. I am not saying that we all need religion or a zealot masquerading as the antichrist leading us through mass, but prayer is real. Hell, I don’t personally care who you pray to; God, Allah, Jehovah, Xemu, Buddha, Satan, Yourself, just pray. Who knows, maybe through prayer these fucking voices will go away, trust me, I know you can hear them too.
What’s that, gunshots? I hate Halloween, and I can tell it is almost upon us. The patrols are picking up outside. I guess the militarized police force want to try out those new armored vehicles. Shut up! Please, I beg-no I pray, that you will just shut the fuck up. Can’t you see I am trying to concentrate here? I want to continue. Oh God, not again! The screams, the laughter, make it stop; make it all stop! Please God, anyone, help me!
Chapter Fifteen
“…And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.”
October 30
Hello again, I figured that I would settle in and get some more work done tonight, although I am not sure how long I can spend sitting here at my computer. Tomorrow is Halloween, and the noise outside is becoming deafening. I swear someone is watching me. No shit, with every breath I take or with every step, I can feel the eyes stare through me.
Of course, the people at the clinic tell me it's just my imagination playing tricks on me; that these are just some of the side effects from the medication. But, I know they are mistaken. Someone or something is watching my every move. Hell, even now I can sense that there is something in this room with me as I sit at the computer. I'm not fucking around; something is here; the screams, the laughter, the giggles, strange noises that continue to pierce the quiet inside my apartment. Why can't these nightmares just go away? I am awake; I have to be awake.
All right, let me refocus. I have to get back into the journey I am leading you through. I do wonder if you will find these accounts as necessary as I do. I hope so. These accounts are our history; the truth of what happened when the globalists’ evil plan backfired. The world deserves, no, must understand exactly what we went through and the depths that these reptilian elites will go to achieve their goals.
I know what you are thinking, enough already. I guess I have been rambling a bit more than usual tonight and I know that’s not why you are here. You want to hear from our heroine, Gabrielle. How is she; is she safe secluded in the house by herself? Is she alone? Like you, I hope she is. I couldn’t imagine continuing with this project if she was gone. If anyone needs to survive throughout this ordeal, it is she.
I
February 15, 2014,
Wow, baby that kick! I know you are scared, but I am here to protect you. I think I have us secured down here in the basement. I am finally able to relax, and I promise after I finish this entry, I will get to that story I promised. At this point, I have no idea what to say to you. Could you hear that message on the television? I know you can hear music when I play it for you, I can feel you move inside of me. I'm not going to lie to you; I want you to know when you are old enough to read this that I am scared. I don’t know what more I can do or how much more I can take. These monsters are everywhere; they are probably surrounding us right now.
I just want to know where you father is. He never seems to be around when I need him. I wish he were here with us, I always feel safe in his arms. He is a great man and I know he would protect us from these beasts if he were with us right now. Are you tired? You seem to be settling down. I am almost done, and then we can take a power nap after your story.
Thank God, we were able to find this house. Old farmhouses are the perfect places to hide when things go awry. There are always many surprises to be found, and more importantly, they are littered throughout this region. This is just a small bit of advice for you when you read this in a few years. Of course, I would rather share this information with you myself, but I can't guarantee that I will survive this nightmare. If I don't, you will always have this journal to look back upon and know what happened to us. Let's hope that is not the case.
Hold on baby; I have to get up and check behind that door. I heard something over there. I believe it is the old coal chute and either something is in there, or something is trying to get in. Personally, I pray it is nothing but my imagination. I can’t believe I overlooked that door. That is the only room I didn’t check before I barricaded the door. I’m sure it’s nothing. That story is coming, I promise.
II
Coal chutes, I thought those were all phased out over the past few decades. Once the war on coal began under old man Prescott and then Crentin with his climate change wacko Moore by his side, it seemed inevitable that these entryways would be removed in the name of energy efficiency. This is just another reason why these retarded climate change agendas should be outlawed. Fucking United Nations, climate change my ass, cycles-the fucking Earth orbits in different cycles of proximity to the sun.
You know, it pisses me off just thinking about that crap. Climate change is just another excuse for the globalists to control society their retarded carbon tax plan to bleed people dry in the name of fear. Well, guess what? Al Gore's doomsday clock has expired, and we are still here, the ice caps are still here, and California did not sink into the Pacific (although, some wish it would have). Damn government, you bastards again should worry more about Americans instead of hijacking our sovereignty to grease the palms of your technocrat puppet master's
Fuck you Prescott and your New World Order
bullshit, you too Crentin and Scotereo. Your weakness and hatred of America is something we will never forget. How could you bow down before the United Nations and sell out our population? Our founding fathers have to be rolling in their graves by your lack of respect for our Constitution. I for one hope you all rot in Hell.
...Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to go off on another one of my unnecessary tangents. There are just times where I can’t help but vent. It’s just that none of the atrocities I have written about ever needed to happen. Had one of these bastards been a patriot, we wouldn’t be here today. Instead, it is just another example of the lies being told by the elite of our nation, just like the battle with ISIS (or ISIL); our government has betrayed us and is responsible for the entire fiasco.
Oh well, enough of that, time to get back to our journey. Where were we? I know it has been some time since we’ve checked in on Morgan. The more I break down her story; I get the feeling that there is more going on with her than I initially imagined. Something just doesn’t feel right with her accounts, its almost like she is hiding something, and this secret weighs heavily on her.
I still can’t believe you are gone, Esther. Damn it, why couldn’t I protect you? I made a promise, no, I swore to you that I would be there when you needed me. I just wasn’t strong enough. Now, I’m the one that needs you; now I’m the one that is in trouble. I feel walled in. I am surrounded by these beasts and have no clue where to go. Plus, I am running low on ammo, and I have no idea where I can find some more. I think there is a plaza ahead with a gun shop. I just can’t be sure. Too much has happened to me in these last few hours that I just can’t process anything. I just know that I need to find some ammo.
A drug store would be nice as well. Esther, you have my medication, and I can feel, it starting to wear off. I knew the doctor should have upped my dosage. Looking around, this may not be the best time, considering the situation with the amount of adrenaline I am using. I hate how I feel when this happens. What am I going to do? You know that I can't go back.
Look, up there, it’s a small group of those creatures. Fuck, only two shells, there is nothing I can do with only two shells. I wonder is there anything else I can use. There is nothing around me. I will have to find a place to hide; maybe I can break into one of these buildings to buy some time. I don’t think I have any other choice but to find some shelter and let the streets clear. This place should work. And it’s unlocked.
III
Now what, fuck, is that thunder? Fuck, it is, thunder! Why can’t I just have one fucking night of silence? It wasn’t supposed to storm tonight. Why is everything so loud? The screams, the thunder, the voices, everything just echoes inside my mind. It’s a jumbled mess feeding the turmoil; I swear it just fuels my hatred for these disgusting degenerates. Fuck all of you, why must you torment me?
I’m not sure how much more I can get through tonight. Between the sudden flashes, the thunder, and the voices, I just want to lock myself up and be done with life for a night. I really can’t take much more of this torture and I know tomorrow will be worse. Halloween has become such a nightmare in the city. The children knocking on doors, the myriad of patrols, and the emotions, I wish they would outlaw it. There has to be another alternative to trick-or-treating and costumes. I mean, didn’t they get enough of that shit when our town were infested by the vile plague? I know I did.
With it being Halloween tomorrow, I know that I have to push through some more of this, though, at least one more account. After this, I have no clue when I will be back at the computer. So, one more before I lock myself up for the evening (and highly medicate myself), shut up! Please, no more voices, I beg of you, no more. Oh well, I guess I will make this a short one with our host. I wonder what type of emotions he felt as he struggled through his mutation (man to plague); I wonder if he was able to process the true depths of depravity. Personally, I couldn't even start to imagine the emotional toll he went through during this ordeal.
IV
(Click) The blood and bile of the meek surround me. I am trapped in this nightmare and I can’t wake up. I am so afraid to take another step. This craving, this hunger is overwhelming me. With every step I take, my mind is consumed by the thought of the deliciousness sealed by your loins. Everywhere I look, I can hear the faint heartbeats of life around me: salvation grows.
Gabrielle, what have I become? Around every corner, I can smell the freshness of life and want to experience it. A sanguine stream leads me to the pleasures of the flesh, and I dine, no, feast upon the innocents, their essence fulfills all desires. Every bite washed down with the blessed blood of thy Father. I swear; they taste so sweet upon my dying tongue.
No, Gabrielle, am I not already dead to you? I have to be. I know I died the day we said goodbye and shared one final embrace overlooking the fountain. I wish it were different; I wish that it never happened. I remember it so clearly. Your pale skin, flushed breasts, your pale blue eyes stared deep into mine with words left unspoken. Now, they are destined to span a lifetime of loneliness; just like me if I can’t find you. I know it’s my fault. Why was I so wrong? Why did I say goodbye? You were my world and I never wanted to lose you.
I know you are out there. I can feel your warmth somewhere close to me. Are you out there watching over me? Are you the beauty I have been following? I pray that you are, and for the day, I can prey on your flesh and finally consummate our love for all eternity. I love you. (Click)
Chapter Sixteen
“And there appeared another wonder in heaven, and behold a great red dragon…”
October 31
Go away; I don't have any fucking candy! Fuck! It's only two fucking o'clock in the afternoon, why aren't these demonic hooligans in school? I couldn't make it to the clinic, let alone back home, without being besieged by these ungracious vultures begging for fucking candy. I don't get it, when I was a kid; we at least followed the prescribed rules. We may not have liked them or agreed with them, but we had respect for people and their policies. Not today, these little degenerates have little to no regard for anything or anyone. I guess that's what happens when everyone gets a trophy.
I can't take much more of this and it is still early in the day. I honestly hate Halloween and the suffering it ushers in. I see reminders of the atrocities that I witnessed and endured everywhere I look. I can't take the rush of emotions and the fears that overtake my already fractured sanity. Why did I have to survive and be forced to live with this curse? I swear, it is a punishment worse than death; these voices and visions drive me deeper into the pit of despair every day and I am ready to meet my maker.
Who knows, maybe the doctors at the clinic and my friend(s) are right. Perhaps I should give up this project and stop my quest to document the evils that I observed. Honestly, what is it accomplishing? Anger, pain, misery, is this torture worth it? Give in to my affliction, which is what everyone wants me to do. But, it's not quite that easy, and I'm not sure that the visions or voices will go away if I did. The silence often makes it worse and even if they don't understand it, these words often help me push through the day. They help me survive and give me hope inside this miserable society we call home.
It's funny; I once had faith in humanity, but now I have nothing. I am surrounded by emptiness, loneliness, and sorrow; those fucking bastards took everything I ever loved or cared for. Fuck them! Fuck all of them! Talk about faith, I know one man on this journey that demonstrated unwavering faith. Through this whole nightmare, he gave his followers a foundation to lean upon as turmoil erupted everywhere. Sure, we can argue if he was on the right side of the battle that was taking place around us, but that is a discussion better left for another day.
I
While the son watched the mighty sun fall behind the mount,
A voice whispered inside him and a vision replaced the sky,
For a brother was near,
And his salvation was closer.
(The Revelation of Moloch 9.10)
Behold, the sin
ners are growing by the thousands. Can you smell them and their unholy shroud of sin? Their tainted scent saturates the night sky. From here, I can taste their fear, their unsanctified souls calling for forgiveness. Listen close, hear their confessions, and make them bow before thy Father and receive the penitence they deserve.
Beware the false prophets that walk among them. For the prophesized one remains within their grasp. We must continue to be steadfast in our search for his light and stand strong in the face of his supreme powers. The followers of the false prophets will try to protect him, even though the know naught about his divine message. Thy Father has forewarned us of their deceit and the dangers we will face in our battle to save humanity.
Our salvation is tied to their defeat. We must reach out and find the infected and help them find their way to the cross. They must suffer the pain of the spikes and feel the flames of righteousness overtake their flesh. Their suffering must be legendary in both Heaven and Hell. Let it be known across all worlds that neither child nor man shall try to rise above the almighty.
Through our vigilance, we will protect our fields and our flock from these false prophets, and open the gate of redemption before the pit. As our congregation grows, the Scriptures become clear. We must stand at the prefaces of freedom, and there, at last, we can right the millennia of torture Thy Father has endured at the hand of the immoral Trinity. We will, at last, be the torchbearers of light and our destiny will be fulfilled.
Let Us Pray
Lord of Light
Upon this field, our hearts beat in unison
For, through your wisdom, everything is again clear
Our path has been foretold, and we grow stronger with ever bite
Now, quench our thirst for knowledge,
And allow your light to guide us through desolation
Accept our sacrifice and hear our prayers,
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