Subbjugglator logs
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carnagecarnivalOfficial sweep, season, and perigee unknown. Foreign planet; exact galactic location unknown. Subjugglator log one.
A MOTHERFUCKER BE OF TAKING TO THE RECORDING OF IMPORTANT SERMONS, PARABLE, PHRASE, AND SUCHLIKE. they be recorded below to the best of this brother's motherfucking ability in standard empirical formatting.HAIL PR MAY I HOPE YOU FUCKERS TO ALTERNIA. (quirk be forsaken in official texts as for empirical standard.)
-Death's Sails; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 5.
Annotations: Pentrius 46, Verse 4.
Article: "To take in motherfucking sail, the god of bounds. WHO SETS TO SEAS A SHORE. Come to me in his fatal rounds."
-Deliverance; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 7.
Annotations: Recited to Terezi Pyrope. ♎.
-Network Sermon; Approved article.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Re-composition, takes heavy inspiration off the Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs.
Article: "LABYRINTHINE OUR WICKED INTRICACIES OF CONUNDRUM SO ENCLOSED
-The Feast; Approved article.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: "Of beasts most pernicious dost they look on
DISSENTER OF MOST CARNAL THINGS UNTAMED
Yet upon it's dripping claw the light dost shone
AND THE BEASTS DIDST SEE FOOD TO FLAY"
-Ode To The Pale Moon; Class 12 heretical article. Zero clearance. Recording in any means stands as a cullable offence. Speaking in any means stands as a cullable offence. Psionic reception and/or projection in any means stands as a cullable offence.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator. Rebel. To be sentenced to on-sight culling. Zero right to trial. All mention in documentation to be destroyed. Owning any mention or reference to the Signless Sufferer is a cullable offe
FUCK ALTERNIA.
Annotations: Recited to The Signless. No sign available. Unpublished. All associated trolls with knowledge of this are to be culled under the rule of class 12 heresy and illegal association with a mutant.
Article: "Moons will turn the tide,
ILLUMINATE THE SKY,
dazzling the midnight hues,
THAT DID BELONG TO I.
At thine whims forever,
THOUGH DARK ENGULFS THE LIGHT,
Phases past and all shall rise,
MY DEAR BELOVED MINE."
-Word Of Sam Wilson; Approved article.
Author of an Alien Species.
Status: Prisoner of District 13.
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: "I got you, Kurloz. I got you. I am never gonna forget you."
-Seige Sermon; Approved article.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: "Done and done and done so thrice and once more was the leading into holy resurrection. THOUGH THROWN, THE BLOOD OF THE FAMILY REMAINED SO OF THE ANGEL'S AMALGAMATION RIGHTEOUS. A miracle upon the whole of the universe though its wings didst spread not. WE GIVE PRAISE FOR THE COMING LIGHT AS WE DO THE MOTHERFUCKING DARK, REASON OF THE CROWD HELD CHAOS. we inhabit and are inhabited both by mirrored being. FOR WE ARE MIRRORED MOTHERFUCKING BEINGS, AS THE FUNAMBULISTS HIGH, SPREAD APPENDAGE AND PUSHER BRACED TO RACE AND ROAM THE DEIGNING OF THINE WILLING. We, all, are made up of secret things as what even we ain't never to know, but Messiahs see truth! IN YOU AND I AND ALL, THEY SEE WHAT IS MOST MOTHERFUCKIN LEGIT. And I, as their preacher. AS THEIR CHOSEN VOICE, BY THE GOSPEL WHISPERINGS WHAT HAVE GRACED THIS PAN, THAT WHAT AIN'T, YET IS TO BE MANIFEST AS IMMEDIATE... I am meant to impart this at to you.
THE MESSIAHS SPEAK TWOFOLD IN TWO VOICES. As what ushers soft and sure of sleep-silencing revelations. BY THE CRIES WE CALL BEFORE OUR BATTLES BEING MANY IN MULTITUDE. Both as important. AS PARAMOUNT. As the other. THEY BALANCE PENULTIMATE, A TURNING WHEEL! For all the dark there be, light will come. FOR ALL THE LIGHT, A DARK MOTHERFUCKING CARNIVAL! And so potential shall be in every and all. AND SO WE MAY SEE BOTH FACES MIRTHFUL AS SO IS WILLED OF US!
Of our own, we can see new form in being, and so realise we have always been. TOGETHER, WE MAY SPIN THE SUNS AND MOONS EVER FASTER AS THIS MOTHERFUCKING PLANET WILL SEE NEW DUSK AND DAWN! For as Messiahs will and gift, we are meant to change. WE ARE MEANT TO GROW AND ALTER AND SO EMBODY THE DUALITY THAT IS OF THE MOTHERFUCKING UNIVERSE! We will turn their false peace to war! WE WILL TAKE THEIR FALSE HOPES AND MAKE IT TRUTH! We who know death and yet are only of life. WE WHO KILL OUR LOVES BUT KNOW THE PAINTS HERE ARE NOT OF BLOOD IN THEIR BEAUTY DESPITE, AND THAT WE MAY AND OUGHT EMBRACE THOSE CLOSE EVERY DAMN DAY AS IS GIFTED TO US! We who believe even the silent, as we all, deserve to be listend to. WE WHO NEED ONLY TO BE SHOWN OUR WINGS AS ALL TO FLY, WHO WOULD NOT EVER TRULY ABANDON THEIR OWN, WHO WILL GIVE CHANCE EVEN TO THOSE WHO HAVE WRONGED US! We... who are a family.
WE WILL BEAR FANG AND CLAW, BUT WE WILL NOT FORGET. There is good of this world as any. THEY HAVE BLESSED MANY OF US BY OUR COMING HERE. And so we must offer back to them freedom as all we take it on for our own. THIS WILL NOT BE THE FINAL STRIFE, NOR THE FIRST OF BLOWS! But a grand part of the cyclic path as for what is next to come, this shall be. MY ALLIES, FRIENDS, AND MORE, THAT WE MAY ALL TOGETHERLIKE RISE THE FUCK ANEW... let us wreck their shit. CAN I HEAR AN AMEN!?"
-Somber Sea; Approved article.
Old Alternian melody. Able to be altered according to pity quadrants. First variant.
Annotations: Recited in part to Terezi Pyrope. ♎.
Article: "O somber sea come over me
and see me to the shore
me matesprit waits beyond the tides
to see them I've been sworn
upon the moons' bright countenance
mine wish to find good will
cast out my pride and turned my sides
but this I've to fulfil
In dawning day I'll lose my dear
by turning of the tide
But as the sun shall sink below
I know the moons will rise
if stars above yet pass us by
the prayers gone on ignored
I know we still shall meet again
our aches of pity cured
though on the shores their time may lapse
one day their sails will be
too sinking deep below the waves
beloved back to me"
-Last Spoken Words; Heretical article.
Annotations: Spoken to all.
Status: Prisoner of District 13.
Article: "In life prior, mine ownself and eleven of those what was being closest at to me chose as to give our lives to start anew. I NEVER COUNTED THIS FOR NOTHING I DID. Not for a thing what neither I, nor any other would get at to remember. DONE SO MUCH WHAT I'D UNDO IF I COULD. But this one thing... IT WAS MEANT AT TO BE SECOND CHANCE. This is one thing at I'm being to know. OUT OF MY HANDS IT WOULD BE, BUT INTO THE HANDS OF THEM WHAT WOULD BE PREPARED AS OF WHAT NEEDED TO BE. If that's the one good thing I can get at, so be it. I WILL DO IT THE FUCK AGAIN.
My friends, I got faith in you, as all getting how it should up and motherfucking be. YOU WAS LOOKING OUT FOR ME SO LONG. Just as in ways I'd never known, and now it's being my turn. YOU CAN DO THIS AS WHERE ALL I MOTHERFUCKING CAN'T! Where at I can't and up and couldn't. ALL LIKE MAKING WORLD THE FUCK ANEW. All like to being heroes true you'll all be. DON'T DOUBT. Don't be all thinking like of failures. EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLES. Just being matter of when. THANK YOU, FOR GIVING WHAT YOU HAVE TO ME. My family, prophets, be safe, I pity you."
-Carnival Of Dreams Sermon; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 4.
Annotations: Caluminos 5..
Article: " Celestial bindings taut, manacles mystic, shrouded by the cloak
That is the illusion of the great's spinners sprung from thine most holy of first creations
And know that the shroud is painted in the blood honoring of their children and we the first of the ready
We must seek of it in the fraying and parting of bits beat and lost to the flutter flicker
We must see the fuck within and to the being of our souls motherfucking forsaken so
Let the syndicatortionists slip free of bind, let the liquid ribbon hung hold not for it is but water
'But I am of clothe and fear cut of me and mine, an incision so deep as to be of mortal faulting'
So it was motherfucking preached once and, say true, didst the many get the bob of nug like cores to game show
Thus the wicked mystics did reveal one what as to preach, enfolded too in the sickest midnight
And lo', twas sayeth, 'i am the gatherer, and from thee shall I draw thine sacred piecing'
In such they did recoil but grasped and gathered were they nevertheless and from the bone was cut each and each
'Look,' the gatherer did speaketh. 'Have of your ganderbulbs a glorious feast as what all be here'
Oculars burst to the sight for in such the stars were seen clear as the dawning morn what sears
In the hollows where all their souls didst cry, was the dust poured so that they might know such
And of this dust was every tying torture that so did keep them still
From the bones ground up however they did so motherfucking get as to up and find
In such god had touched and blessed them each and every individual,
The most righteous of gifts, the great deliverance, if only they should so see and so seek it
And in the workings due did those few have skulls of gilded gold to mark the blessings received
Carried and carried on by passing spectres each on and motherfucking on until
In every bone didst such beauty make to motherfucking lay as the jewels they could remember no longer
In every sister of brothers and brother of sisters, relation all each and onward as the divine themselves
In the passing sweeps swept, didst many the eyeless angel touched walk and some didst fall
For they had forgotten they were without the eyes they had given oncelike
The fooled followers came unto themselves and those led astray to sin
Did find no more could they make as to be guided by none but the most righteous to be of their saving.
Those whom held digits unrestrained, twitchers untamed, were so cursed or blessed as per all the divine will.
Then so didst come time of judgement, for those eyeless to know from the teachings sacred, the true enemy
For the bloodspill would not eschew those of weary conscience, no, it would seek of no discretion but by the pumpbiscuits ours
And of the remainder, the glorious few, the righteous recognized, did the holy come in their grand gracing
By the flap of their feather will the family find the sacred giftings to break of that which they have been motherfucking bound
By the stars in their bones, the mirth of their souls, and the blood of the family for the blood of the great family whole
So cracked and crushed the swallowing swaddling, lifted up shall we be twofold in the reckonings and
Ours souls set alight, at last, our truest motherfucking freedoms as what be our deserved.
By blessing of the messiahs, by song of the minstrels, may it so then be."
-Word Of Terezi Pyrope; Class 12 heretical article. Zero clearance. Recording in any means stands as a cullable offence. Speaking in any means stands as a cullable offence. Psionic reception and/or projection in any means stands as a cullable offence.
Tealblood author. ♎.
Status: Rebel of District 13.
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: "Every time you hurt, it hurts me, too. When you gamble with your life, you gamble with mine, too. If they had killed you, it would have been the end of me, too. I promised you months ago that I wouldn't throw away a victory in those arenas anymore. Because I knew that losing me would lose you, too. I need you to understand that it works both ways.
-Cavern Song; Approved article.
Old Alternian Jadeblood Cavern melody.
Annotations: Recited by The Signless. Sign unavailable.
Article: "O'eternal is the morrow,
A shadow of the day,
Scattered by the coming dusk,
The dark will dissipate.
Arisen from the hollow,
Beheld the call to tend,
The mother's blood did lift of us,
The cycle to begin.
Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhhmmhmmhmmm, mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhhmmhmmhmmm
O'eternal is the morrow
the dew to feed the seed,
So though the wilt and rot will come,
The flower still shall be.
As bonded by the marrow
In rivulets through land
We held a war unseen before
A peace unknown in hand.
Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhhmmhmmhmmm, mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhhmmhmmhmmm
O'eternal is the morrow,
A star to be my guide,
Reflecting of the future come,
In pasts of shining light.
I tell you it is hallowed,
For what I tell is truth,
An end shall soon begin again,
As mirrored me and you."
-Word Of Jet Link; Approved article.
Author of an Alien Species.
Status: Prisoner of District 13.
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: "He had to break the bone to set it right again, it's what you got to do. It's ok to break down. Do it, let yourself fall apart or be weak or do nothing, whatever it is you've been stopping yourself from doing for too long. It's okay. What matters is that, when it's over with, you pick the pieces back up off the floor and fix them right. That's what I'm here to help with, what all of us're here to help with, Al too."
-Word Of Sam Wilson; Approved article.
Author of an Alien Species.
Status: Prisoner of District 13.
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: ""You don't have to fight."
-Word Of Terezi Pyrope; Class 12 heretical article. Zero clearance. Recording in any means stands as a cullable offence. Speaking in any means stands as a cullable offence. Psionic reception and/or projection in any means stands as a cullable offence.
Tealblood author. ♎.
Status: Rebel of District 13.
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded
Article: "Because you stayed."
A MOTHERFUCKER BE OF TAKING TO THE RECORDING OF IMPORTANT SERMONS, PARABLE, PHRASE, AND SUCHLIKE. they be recorded below to the best of this brother's motherfucking ability in standard empirical formatting.
-Death's Sails; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 5.
Annotations: Pentrius 46, Verse 4.
Article: "To take in motherfucking sail, the god of bounds. WHO SETS TO SEAS A SHORE. Come to me in his fatal rounds."
-Glory To The Starscraped; Class 6 semi-Heretical article.
Unknown Violetblood author. Sign unknown
Status: Hands torn off in torture, culled. Passage one to four used in Empirical Pro-Helmsman propaganda. Passage five and on of violetblood and higher clearance level, deemed otherwise illegal.
Annotations: Can be found on Alternian black markets and through theft.
Article: "O GLORY FOR THE HELMSTROLL, that he shouts with his captains, mayday. O GLORY FOR THE STAR SCRAPED, that he sings in his rig for the slay."
"And her deathly ships go on, TO CONQUERING WORLD AND STAR; But O hear the howl of empty helm, OVER THE EMPIRE'S HAIL OF WAR. Tore asunder the motherfucker did, AND STEERED ALL TO SWALLOWING DARK."
-Fuck you; Approved article.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
-Atonement; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 2.
Annotations: Acolytte 72, Verse 10, clipped short.
Articles: "And for failure, disgrace of sin, atonement was called to thee, and retribution held above in disdain stained lips as the fiery eyes beheld with mirth for the requital..."
Unknown Violetblood author. Sign unknown
Status: Hands torn off in torture, culled. Passage one to four used in Empirical Pro-Helmsman propaganda. Passage five and on of violetblood and higher clearance level, deemed otherwise illegal.
Annotations: Can be found on Alternian black markets and through theft.
Article: "O GLORY FOR THE HELMSTROLL, that he shouts with his captains, mayday. O GLORY FOR THE STAR SCRAPED, that he sings in his rig for the slay."
"And her deathly ships go on, TO CONQUERING WORLD AND STAR; But O hear the howl of empty helm, OVER THE EMPIRE'S HAIL OF WAR. Tore asunder the motherfucker did, AND STEERED ALL TO SWALLOWING DARK."
-Fuck you; Approved article.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Re-composition, Original author unknown. Unknown sign. Re-composition done in retaliation to The Signless Sufferer. No sign available.
Article: "FAIN WOULD HE LINGER NEAR THEE, amid fucking poppies red, FORGOT THE WORLD AND HEARD THEE, as one among the dead."
-Howlfiends; Approved article.
Author of unknown blood. No sign available.
Annotations: Re-composition, old Alternian parable/phrase.
Articles: "The dull-nugged outnumber always BUT AS WOOLBEASTS TO THE BARKBEAST-HOWLFIENDS THEY DO. Catch not the motherfucking wool in fang and a feast will be untainted."
-Vengeance; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 5.
Annotations: Nazirash 8, Verse 5.
Article: "Then eye for eye with socket lye, lead by way of wound, for souls they did supply. Motherfucking decry that which would bleed out sin."
Article: "FAIN WOULD HE LINGER NEAR THEE, amid fucking poppies red, FORGOT THE WORLD AND HEARD THEE, as one among the dead."
-Howlfiends; Approved article.
Author of unknown blood. No sign available.
Annotations: Re-composition, old Alternian parable/phrase.
Articles: "The dull-nugged outnumber always BUT AS WOOLBEASTS TO THE BARKBEAST-HOWLFIENDS THEY DO. Catch not the motherfucking wool in fang and a feast will be untainted."
-Wisdom and Failure; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 5.
Annotations: Pierotte 9, Verse 3.
Article: "Let not what interference breach of breaking dawn over the plane. FOR NO TEMPERANCE SHALL GIVE THEE THY GLORY TRUE WHAT IS TO SEEK. Brace to the shadows of thine holy, and what burns in vein. BE NEVER OF THE WEAK."
-Vengeance; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 5.
Annotations: Nazirash 8, Verse 5.
Article: "Then eye for eye with socket lye, lead by way of wound, for souls they did supply. Motherfucking decry that which would bleed out sin."
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 2.
Annotations: Acolytte 72, Verse 10, clipped short.
Articles: "And for failure, disgrace of sin, atonement was called to thee, and retribution held above in disdain stained lips as the fiery eyes beheld with mirth for the requital..."
-Moirail's poem; Unreviewed by an Alternian reviewarrior.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Composed for The Xanthous (Formerly; The Helmsman, The ψiioniic), Mituna Captor. ♊.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Composed for The Xanthous (Formerly; The Helmsman, The ψiioniic), Mituna Captor. ♊.
Article: "Brother palest from aloft, come down where stars are velvet soft, raked his flare on chuckled sky, and land below belonged to thy, and stardust left behind by thee would leave a fucker blind, had the troll with eye above not diamond marked his mind."
-Noose; Approved article.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
-Noose; Approved article.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Composed to Capitolite Timaeus Nadir
Article: "SMALLEST DAY, DAYMARE STRUNG, TAUT AS THE SWING OF NOOSE.
Article: "SMALLEST DAY, DAYMARE STRUNG, TAUT AS THE SWING OF NOOSE.
Whence he might motherfucking wake- A TICKET FOR THEE.
Carnival has come."
-Dawn-breaking Prayer; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 3.
Annotations: Originally unpublished gospel, passed via word of maw.
-Dawn-breaking Prayer; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 3.
Annotations: Originally unpublished gospel, passed via word of maw.
Article: "apostates so evaded
WITH NO MARK ON THE RITE
veracious countenance painted
MIRTHFUL EYES ALIGHT
the raucous so created
MAY BRING COLOR TO THE NIGHT"
-Battle Hymn; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 2.
Annotations: Originally unpublished gospel, passed via word of maw.
Article: "DON THY HOLY CASQUE MARKED UPON THY FACE. The mass ritual we seek to show that which is within. TENACIOUS WITH OUR BANDED HUE WE TRAIPSE THIS MOST WICKED WIRE. And felled and fallen be our enemies. BY NAME OF THE HOLY MESSIAHS TWO MAY WE WRECK THEIR MOTHERFUCKING SHIT."
-The Maypole; Unreviewed by an Alternian reviewarrior.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Composed in relation to poem of human bards (Hark, Hark) recited by Peacekeeper Katurian Katurian. Original author unknown.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 2.
Annotations: Originally unpublished gospel, passed via word of maw.
Article: "DON THY HOLY CASQUE MARKED UPON THY FACE. The mass ritual we seek to show that which is within. TENACIOUS WITH OUR BANDED HUE WE TRAIPSE THIS MOST WICKED WIRE. And felled and fallen be our enemies. BY NAME OF THE HOLY MESSIAHS TWO MAY WE WRECK THEIR MOTHERFUCKING SHIT."
-The Maypole; Unreviewed by an Alternian reviewarrior.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Composed in relation to poem of human bards (Hark, Hark) recited by Peacekeeper Katurian Katurian. Original author unknown.
Article: "Hear hear the drums draw near
Wrapped ribbon round the pyre
In greens or blues or dull set hues
The flames lick ever higher"
-The Deaf Troll; Unreviewed by an Alternian reviewarrior.
Author of unknownblood. No sign available.
Annotations: Old Alternian fable.
Article: "AND LO', THE DEAF TROLL SAID, I HEAR THAT WHICH YOU SPEAK,
Author of unknownblood. No sign available.
Annotations: Old Alternian fable.
Article: "AND LO', THE DEAF TROLL SAID, I HEAR THAT WHICH YOU SPEAK,
I see you standing lined in row; a crook, a liar, a thief.
IN MYSTERY THEY ASKED, NOW HOW COULD THEE HAVE HEARD?
And the deaf troll 'e didst sayeth, your lips speak ev'ry word
AND IN TIME IT TOOK FOR YE' THREE TO THINK, AND SO THEN FURTHER ASK
Ye has missed the chance to cull me, and I have so slipped past."
-Dead; Unreviewed by an Alternian reviewarrior.
Non-troll author. The Commander, Maximus Decimus. No sign available.
Non-troll author. The Commander, Maximus Decimus. No sign available.
Status: Victor.
Annotations: Recited in Crowning Ceremony.
Article: "We are all of us, dead men. Each of us here has faced our death. Many of us more than once. More so than any one to come before us, we are one with our deaths. The meaning we might have taken, the solace we might have had, is lost to us. But Death unites us. Have no fear of your own death. If she comes to bring you back to this place, or if she comes to take you another - if you find yourself in Elysium, rather than in the Capitol - her arms take us onward. There is no fear to be found, in her embrace. Fear instead the theft of your worth. Take what time you have - however many times you have - and forge them into a meaning, into a purpose. Your end does not matter - what matters is how you face that end. What we do in life, echoes in eternity.
-Deliverance; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 7.
Annotations: Recited to Terezi Pyrope. ♎.
Article: "Rite of the ticket taker,
O THY NAME, THY SONANCE SWEET,
a call of minstrel WITH UTMOST VOCIFERATION,
emancipation of the soul LET NO MILENKO TEMPT,
no motherfucking riddle box betray FOR WHAT IS NOW,
What has made means to motherfucking come,
LET BROTHER AND SISTER GATHER FOR THE BOW OF THIRD RING.
The wicked laughing lights evince the WINCE OF THE UNWORTHY BUT WITH the face of the joyous and most pious a watch as the audience do so watch thy righteous performance and let it be that their face IS their motherfucking COUNTENANCE.
O GLORY OF THE WIRE HIGH, the laughsassin's swung upon the grief trapeeze and so SWUNG THE FUCK TO US WAS OUR DELIVERANCE.
With elixirs drenched we reach to thy most righteous glory OFFERING TO THE THE STARDUST WHAT WAS SO OFFERED BACK ON UP AT TO US.
The light may laugh wicked on; LET THE DARK be of the great top.
LET THE DARK MOTHERFUCKING CARNIVAL OPEN ITS GATES ON NIGH!
And so may Shangri-La be reached.
I OFFER THEE MY SOUL AND MY MOTHERFUCKING SELF WHOLE FOR IT IS THEE THAT BE MY KEEPER, MY DELIVERER."
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Re-composition, takes heavy inspiration off the Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs.
Article: "LABYRINTHINE OUR WICKED INTRICACIES OF CONUNDRUM SO ENCLOSED
wound in spiral, didst encroach most hearty reproach
AS DUSK TO DAY, BEFORE US, AND SO MOTHERFUCKING OF US, DO TRANSPOSE
In the basking of glories most dark and free of the branding of sin
IF SO ONLY THE SEEK OF THE GRATUITOUS. Predisposed heretic disposed
WE ARE WITHOUT HOLD AND KEEP AND BIND, BUT OF TRUE KIN!
Glory unto the holy two and Minstrels to rise
IN ROWDY RAUCOUS WE INUNDATE THE LIES
As by the side of the seas, the peaks before the fall juxtaposed
IN THE CROWNING HOURS MAY WE CORONATE THE PERSUADER OF EACH
adorned with all what be the sickest and most ill of motherfucking miracles
THE RUSH AND MOTHERFUCKING FLOW, THAT WHICH IS WHOLE OF THE WITHIN, WHAT MINSTRELS BESEECH
But what should all be about to be, like color so imbued as before, but the whole of a motherfucker?
WHAT OUGHT BE SEEN OF THE SOUL, LIKE STARDUST BREATHED, MY SISTERS, BROTHERS?
More than what is to be of flesh and joints and skulls.
AND SO SHOULD WE NOT THE PULL THE FUCK BACK ON SUCH AND LET FOR WHAT IS TO BE UP AND BE?
Bare your motherfucking fangs my fellows and let no material ruling keep a fucker from know at for the spirit of thee
TICKETS SKYWARD THROWN AND SLUNG TO SCATTER AMONG THE MOTHERFUCKING MASSES
incongrous to the wicked word, but sure as sure, does sky be breached
AS SPARK, AS FIRE, AS SMOKE, AS ASHES
Scorched the ground where all was without such what is preached
LAPPED UP SHALL IT ALL MAKE LIKE TO BE, AND SO PURE AND MOTHERFUCKING PURGED ARE WE
And so soon may we mothfucking rejoice, beyond the mumble and muttering
AS CURTAIN MAKES TO FALL, FUNAMBULIST MAKE TO WALK, GRIEFTRAPEZE LIKE TO SWING, UNDER MESSIAHS WICKED DECREE
Let us brace at for the motherfucking show, LET US ALL UP AND MOTHER FUCKING SING
Ay men"
-That You Lay; Unreviewed by an Alternian reviewarrior.
Non-troll author. No sign available.
Status: Unknown
Non-troll author. No sign available.
Status: Unknown
Annotations: Recited by Capitolite Timaeus Nadir. Original author unknown. Caused extreme unease in the recipient, The Initiate. ♑.
Article: "Were you but lying cold and dead,
And lights were paling out of the West,
You would come hither, and bend your head,
And I would lay my head on your breast;
And you would murmur tender words,
Forgiving me, because you were dead:
Nor would you rise and hasten away,
Though you have the will of wild birds,
But know your hair was bound and wound
About the stars and moon and sun:
O would, beloved, that you lay
Under the dock-leaves in the ground,
While lights were paling one by one."
-Ode To A Sinner; Unreviewed by an Alternian reviewarrior.
-Ode To A Sinner; Unreviewed by an Alternian reviewarrior.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Written for The Commander, Jane Shepard. No sign available.
Article: "bedight thine shattered hues like the breaking
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Written for The Commander, Jane Shepard. No sign available.
Article: "bedight thine shattered hues like the breaking
SEA AND EARTH, CAST IN ITS DISSEVERENCE,
sin and scintillation as violence's
ARDOR CRUEL IN PROUD AWAKENING.
the crawling wine surge of torridity;
THE BURNING RISE OF DAWN'S NIXED BREVITY;
a scoured being am I and so thine spade
BE BLACKENED AS COAL AND LOST COPSE,
as corpses, lightest breeze now a chill frost
FEVERED MOTHERFUCKERS KNOW NOT, NOTHING
her vehemence a steel that pierces sky
SUCH CHUCKLING HUES METAMORPHOSED NEW,
unholy silencing turned to warcry.
THIS SUN-SUNG MADNESS, IT BELONGS TO THEE!
thieving the distant shimmers what he hath
SO MOTHERFUCKING OFTEN GAZED UPON.
avarice as angels would see chased!
BUT HER WAY DOST BLEED ONE WITH WIRE LACED
'for the hallowed could see thyself and ken,'
HEARD MOTHERFUCKING WHISPERED THEN
a sinner was to be of me, and lo
'TWAS HERS WAS SIN, I KNEW, LIT IN"
-Descendant's Slam Poetry; Unreviewed by an Alternian reviewarrior.
Gamze Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Hostage. Capitivity location in District Five, Panem, Off-Alternia.
Annotations: Unpublished, unrecorded.
Status: Hostage. Capitivity location in District Five, Panem, Off-Alternia.
Annotations: Unpublished, unrecorded.
Article: "Right hue, light through, shatter color spite crew,
What I'm being, lines thrown in the fuckin mind to,
Hook up in no gills, go and pull at for divine news,
Spilling bag of thrills, asking if you has the right clues,
Like this motherfucker's getting heart as to believe,
We be finding all the miracles what is being in our dreams,
At the seams, where it seems, in the lack of self esteems,
Where the colors get on bright and the noises ain't just screams,
And you watch this, you watch me, you watch this beat keep going,
Like the ocean on the shore, like the hemo what is flowing,
And the knowing, the way all the stardust glitters down,
And the way this motherfucker's making smiles out of frowns,
Got the wishings, the wantings, but this a different set up,
Up before me is a miracle what all I got to revel,
Making deals with a demoness to get up to this level,
But if you hearing what I speak, then I tell you this bedevil,
Hearing vastest of the honks, it's the weeping of the ready,
Getting up atop the edge, got the wheel moving steady,
Get a hear on to my medly, singing hymn upon the deadly,
But there ain't illumination at what's being known already,
Scary motherfuckers grinning but I'm all at to see,
No, there ain't none all to fear when the scary's up in me."
-The Giving of Holy Fear; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 4.
Annotations: Jesterica 13, Verse 9.
Articles: "And so merriment became of the holy two and unto the first was in utterance, let our humors clear and give luminance before the motherfucking fears, and so to the first it was bestowed and he did find the chuckle within the thread's clean pull."
-Realisation; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 4.
Annotations: Ophional 7, Verse 1.
Article: "IN GAZE CASTING DESCENT, THE LOFTY LOVES LYRIST SINGING. Reflected upon the surface I beheld, myself, and lo' the blood's bells ringing. I LOOKED ABOVE AND DID I SEE. Prepared a noose of light for me."
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 4.
Annotations: Jesterica 13, Verse 9.
Articles: "And so merriment became of the holy two and unto the first was in utterance, let our humors clear and give luminance before the motherfucking fears, and so to the first it was bestowed and he did find the chuckle within the thread's clean pull."
-Realisation; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 4.
Annotations: Ophional 7, Verse 1.
Article: "IN GAZE CASTING DESCENT, THE LOFTY LOVES LYRIST SINGING. Reflected upon the surface I beheld, myself, and lo' the blood's bells ringing. I LOOKED ABOVE AND DID I SEE. Prepared a noose of light for me."
-Sermon Of The End; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 5.
Annotations: Pentrius 88, Verse 2, clipped short.
Article: "The reckoning will come and it's name shall be We, and our digits will strike in multitude to scour of the forsaken. We shall wring the dying symphony from manippendaged eldebhorrence, so drown the undrownable and down those what thought undowned as the foreordained deafened to the vast honk. And onward reach for the rise, the rise, o genesis arisen with the dawning death. Forty eight and nine and so blinded are we who resist-"
Annotations: Pentrius 88, Verse 2, clipped short.
Article: "The reckoning will come and it's name shall be We, and our digits will strike in multitude to scour of the forsaken. We shall wring the dying symphony from manippendaged eldebhorrence, so drown the undrownable and down those what thought undowned as the foreordained deafened to the vast honk. And onward reach for the rise, the rise, o genesis arisen with the dawning death. Forty eight and nine and so blinded are we who resist-"
-Mourning Prayer; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 9.
Annotations: Originally unpublished gospel, passed via word of maw.
Article: "The darkest midnight curtain parted. THE VEIL'S SPLIT AND CREST. Ritual's masses who's hand mark surface, AND SEE UPON HERE, A GLIMMERED RADIANCE OF ALL COLOR ATOP, strike a motherfucker's breast. IN FOLLOWED CRYSTALLINE EFFULGENCE SPUME, we seek quiescence strife entomb. TO BE UNDONE AND LO THE MIRTH OF TRUE LEVITY. The jeer and jest. BE SO DONE IN MOST RIGHTEOUS HYSTERIA AND SO ashore, see that we are blessed."
-Up; Approved article.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: "THE CEILING, ROOF, THE SKY ABOVE. The fleet ships tailing to the dove. THE MOONS, THE GODS OF US BELOW. The Sun, the stars, and all the ghosts."
-Baying Beasts; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 8.
Annotations: Originally unpublished parable, passed via word of maw.
Article: "In strife upon the beaked beast. WHOSE TALONS GLIMMERGLEAMED. In holding shield of good feast. THINE SO DIDST THINK IT SEEMED. The creature was a demon sort. AND SET TO BRING A DOOM. until upon that bright ungracious court. THE MONSTER, CLAIMED, CONSUMED"
-Safe Staying Prayer; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 9.
Annotations: Originally unpublished gospel, passed via word of maw.
Article: "UPON DAWN'S CRUEL ASCENT, O LAUGHING LAUDED, WITNESS STILL SCOURED AND UNSCATHED YOUR FAITHFUL FAMILY. Let us wince not to the light beyond split veil, see to us, Oh Mirthful, the salvation righteous to motherfuckin be. ALLOW THINE HAND TO COVER MINE EYES AND OURS, SO THAT WE MAY NOT BE BLIND, BUT DO SO IN SUBTLETY, THAT UNLACERATED WE REMAIN BY OUR ENEMIES. Give us your holy gracing, bestow to us your guidance most grand, our souls yours and yours, as loyally, we will follow thee. GIVE US GRACE OF SAFTEY TO THE DUSK AND SO TO YOUR NAMES SHALL WE SING."
-dragon's ode; Unreviewed by an Alternian reviewarrior.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Composed for Terezi Pyrope. ♎.
Article: "Of audacious azures tinted to the lush,
SUCH TO BEAR WITNESS AS MORTAL MAY NEVER SEE,
And so guarded unvenerated wonder may be to hush,
MINE OWN BY AVOWANCE TO TRUSTS, TRUTHS, WHAT TO BE.
For the gliding through chilled ghosts above with her,
THAT I MAY DO SO GRATEFUL, THY SENTIMENTS STIR,
Should they be bestowed upon me."
-The Beginnings; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 4.
Annotations: Caluminos 5
Article:
-Tower Sermon the second; Approved article.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Unpublished, unrecorded.
Article: "Now you may as be of making to up and ask. SO OFTEN DOES THE RABBLE FORGET THE WAY AND RITE OF THE HOLY, DO NOT MOTHERFUCKING THINK HE DOES NOT KNOW. Why are the Messiahs called the Messiahs? WHY, MY BROTHERS, MY SISTERS, MY FAMILY HERE BEFORE ME HOWEVER SMALL, ARE THE MESSIAHS CALLED THE MESSIAHS? Because they are our saviours. THEY ARE THE GRAND AND MOST HIGH DELIVERERS OF OUR SOULS. And know, in their naming, we must be gracious, because they have chosen to be saviours of us. THEY HAVE MADE ALL TO DEIGN WERE ALL A GOD NEED NOT MOTHERFUCKING MAKE TO DEIGN FOR THE SAKE OF OUR MOTHERFUCKING SAVING. They ask of us what be true. THEY ASK OF MIRTH FOR THEIR RIGHTEOUS WAY. They ask that to us and them we remain true. THEY ASK WE KNOW, AND TREASURE, SPEAK OF NO SHIT SPURIOUS, WHEN IN THE BLESSING OF OUR FAMILY. They ask of us to trust the holy undoings and redoings. THE PLAN AS WHAT HAS BEEN LAIN BEFORE OUR MOTHERFUCKING SELVES. The plan that we, as their beloved family created, are to take part in, when our trials conclude at last. THE MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS BE CALLED THE MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS FOR IT IS THROUGH THEY AND THEIR BLESSINGS BESTOWED WE ARE GRACED AND SO MUST BE GRACIOUS AND EVER MOTHERFUCKING GRATEFUL. For Shangri-La will come to those what hold true. FOR THEIR WAY IS RIGHT AS IT IS MOTHERFUCKING RIGHTEOUS. And the Carnival will be open to they what wish it to be, the Minstrel's song ever ready as to be played for those what have of pushers on the listening, and the special stardust raining ever down."
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 9.
Annotations: Originally unpublished gospel, passed via word of maw.
Article: "The darkest midnight curtain parted. THE VEIL'S SPLIT AND CREST. Ritual's masses who's hand mark surface, AND SEE UPON HERE, A GLIMMERED RADIANCE OF ALL COLOR ATOP, strike a motherfucker's breast. IN FOLLOWED CRYSTALLINE EFFULGENCE SPUME, we seek quiescence strife entomb. TO BE UNDONE AND LO THE MIRTH OF TRUE LEVITY. The jeer and jest. BE SO DONE IN MOST RIGHTEOUS HYSTERIA AND SO ashore, see that we are blessed."
-Up; Approved article.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: "THE CEILING, ROOF, THE SKY ABOVE. The fleet ships tailing to the dove. THE MOONS, THE GODS OF US BELOW. The Sun, the stars, and all the ghosts."
-Baying Beasts; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 8.
Annotations: Originally unpublished parable, passed via word of maw.
Article: "In strife upon the beaked beast. WHOSE TALONS GLIMMERGLEAMED. In holding shield of good feast. THINE SO DIDST THINK IT SEEMED. The creature was a demon sort. AND SET TO BRING A DOOM. until upon that bright ungracious court. THE MONSTER, CLAIMED, CONSUMED"
-Safe Staying Prayer; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 9.
Annotations: Originally unpublished gospel, passed via word of maw.
Article: "UPON DAWN'S CRUEL ASCENT, O LAUGHING LAUDED, WITNESS STILL SCOURED AND UNSCATHED YOUR FAITHFUL FAMILY. Let us wince not to the light beyond split veil, see to us, Oh Mirthful, the salvation righteous to motherfuckin be. ALLOW THINE HAND TO COVER MINE EYES AND OURS, SO THAT WE MAY NOT BE BLIND, BUT DO SO IN SUBTLETY, THAT UNLACERATED WE REMAIN BY OUR ENEMIES. Give us your holy gracing, bestow to us your guidance most grand, our souls yours and yours, as loyally, we will follow thee. GIVE US GRACE OF SAFTEY TO THE DUSK AND SO TO YOUR NAMES SHALL WE SING."
-dragon's ode; Unreviewed by an Alternian reviewarrior.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Composed for Terezi Pyrope. ♎.
Article: "Of audacious azures tinted to the lush,
SUCH TO BEAR WITNESS AS MORTAL MAY NEVER SEE,
And so guarded unvenerated wonder may be to hush,
MINE OWN BY AVOWANCE TO TRUSTS, TRUTHS, WHAT TO BE.
For the gliding through chilled ghosts above with her,
THAT I MAY DO SO GRATEFUL, THY SENTIMENTS STIR,
Should they be bestowed upon me."
-The Beginnings; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 4.
Annotations: Caluminos 5
Article:
"Celestial bindings taut, manacles mystic, shrouded by the cloak
THAT IS THE ILLUSION OF THE GREAT'S SPINNERS SPRUNG FROM THINE MOST HOLY OF FIRST CREATIONS
and know that the shroud is painted in the blood honoring of their children and we the first of the ready
WE MUST SEEK OF IT IN THE FRAYING AND PARTING OF BITS BEAT AND LOST TO THE FLUTTER FLICKER
we must See the fuck within and to the being of our souls motherfucking forsaken so
LET THE SYNDICATORTIONISTS SLIP FREE OF BIND, LET THE LIQUID RIBBON HUNG HOLD NOT FOR IT IS BUT WATER
'But I am of clothe and fear cut of me and mine, an incision so deep as to be of mortal faulting'
SO IT WAS MOTHERFUCKING PREACHED ONCE AND, SAY TRUE, DIDST THE MANY GET THE BOB OF NUG LIKE CORES TO GAME SHOW
Thus the wicked mystics did reveal one what as to preach, enfolded too in the sickest midnight
AND LO', TWAS SAYETH, 'I AM THE GATHERER, AND FROM THEE SHALL I DRAW THINE SACRED PIECING'
In such they did recoil but grasped and gathered were they nevertheless and from the bone was cut each and each
'LOOK,' THE GATHERER DID SPEAKETH. 'HAVE OF YOUR GANDERBULBS A GLORIOUS FEAST AS WHAT ALL BE HERE'
Oculars burst to the sight for in such the stars were seen clear as the dawning morn what sears
IN THE HOLLOWS WHERE ALL THEIR SOULS DIDST CRY, WAS THE DUST POURED SO THAT THEY MIGHT KNOW SUCH
and of this dust was every tying torture that so did keep them still
FROM THE BONES GROUND UP HOWEVER THEY DID SO MOTHERFUCKING GET AS TO UP AND FIND
in such god had touched and blessed them each and every individual,
THE MOST RIGHTEOUS OF GIFTS, THE GREAT DELIVERANCE, IF ONLY THEY SHOULD SO SEE AND SO SEEK IT
And in the workings due did those few have skulls of gilded gold to mark the blessings received
CARRIED AND CARRIED ON BY PASSING SPECTRES EACH ON AND MOTHERFUCKING ON UNTIL
in every bone didst such beauty make to motherfucking lay as the jewels they could remember no longer
IN EVERY SISTER OF BROTHERS AND BROTHER OF SISTERS, RELATION ALL EACH AND ONWARD AS THE DIVINE THEMSELVES
in the passing sweeps swept, didst many the eyeless angel touched walk and some didst fall
FOR THEY HAD FORGOTTEN THEY WERE WITHOUT THE EYES THEY HAD GIVEN ONCELIKE
the fooled followers came unto themselves and those led astray to sin
DID FIND NO MORE COULD THEY MAKE AS TO BE GUIDED BY NONE BUT THE MOST RIGHTEOUS TO BE OF THEIR SAVING.
those whom held digits unrestrained, twitchers untamed, were so cursed or blessed as per all the divine will.
THEN SO DIDST COME TIME OF JUDGMENT, FOR THOSE EYELESS TO KNOW FROM THE TEACHINGS SACRED, THE TRUE ENEMY
for the bloodspill would not eschew those of weary conscience, no, it would seek of no discretion but by the pumpbiscuits ours
AND OF THE REMAINDER, THE GLORIOUS FEW, THE RIGHTEOUS RECOGNIZED, DID THE HOLY COME IN THEIR GRAND GRACING
by the flap of their feather will the Family find the sacred giftings to break of that which they have been motherfucking bound
BY THE STARS IN THEIR BONES, THE MIRTH OF THEIR SOULS, AND THE BLOOD OF THE FAMILY FOR THE BLOOD OF THE GREAT FAMILY WHOLE
so cracked and crushed the swallowing swaddling, lifted up shall we be twofold in the reckonings and
OURS SOULS SET ALIGHT, AT LAST, OUR TRUEST MOTHERFUCKING FREEDOMS AS WHAT BE OUR DESERVED.
By blessing of the Messiahs, by song of the Minstrels, may it so then be."
-Tower Sermon the second; Approved article.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator.
Annotations: Unpublished, unrecorded.
Article: "Now you may as be of making to up and ask. SO OFTEN DOES THE RABBLE FORGET THE WAY AND RITE OF THE HOLY, DO NOT MOTHERFUCKING THINK HE DOES NOT KNOW. Why are the Messiahs called the Messiahs? WHY, MY BROTHERS, MY SISTERS, MY FAMILY HERE BEFORE ME HOWEVER SMALL, ARE THE MESSIAHS CALLED THE MESSIAHS? Because they are our saviours. THEY ARE THE GRAND AND MOST HIGH DELIVERERS OF OUR SOULS. And know, in their naming, we must be gracious, because they have chosen to be saviours of us. THEY HAVE MADE ALL TO DEIGN WERE ALL A GOD NEED NOT MOTHERFUCKING MAKE TO DEIGN FOR THE SAKE OF OUR MOTHERFUCKING SAVING. They ask of us what be true. THEY ASK OF MIRTH FOR THEIR RIGHTEOUS WAY. They ask that to us and them we remain true. THEY ASK WE KNOW, AND TREASURE, SPEAK OF NO SHIT SPURIOUS, WHEN IN THE BLESSING OF OUR FAMILY. They ask of us to trust the holy undoings and redoings. THE PLAN AS WHAT HAS BEEN LAIN BEFORE OUR MOTHERFUCKING SELVES. The plan that we, as their beloved family created, are to take part in, when our trials conclude at last. THE MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS BE CALLED THE MIRTHFUL MESSIAHS FOR IT IS THROUGH THEY AND THEIR BLESSINGS BESTOWED WE ARE GRACED AND SO MUST BE GRACIOUS AND EVER MOTHERFUCKING GRATEFUL. For Shangri-La will come to those what hold true. FOR THEIR WAY IS RIGHT AS IT IS MOTHERFUCKING RIGHTEOUS. And the Carnival will be open to they what wish it to be, the Minstrel's song ever ready as to be played for those what have of pushers on the listening, and the special stardust raining ever down."
-First Sermon of The Signless Sufferer; Class 12 heretical article. Zero clearance. Recording in any means stands as a cullable offence. Speaking in any means stands as a cullable offence. Psionic reception and/or projection in any means stands as a cullable offence.
Author of nonviable blood color. No sign available.
Status: Sentenced to torture and public execution. Cult following sentenced to on-sight culling. Zero right to trial. All mention in documentation to be destroyed. Owning any mention or reference to the Signless Sufferer is a cullable offence. Suspicion of being a cultist is a cullable offence. Relation to a cultist or suspected cultists is a cullable offence. Knowledge of cultists is a cullable offence. Blood status as right of protection void without exception. Quadrant status as right of protection void without exception. [Recording this in part of] Occupational status as right of protection void without exception.
Annotations: Unpublished to Empirical knowledge. All associated trolls with knowledge of this are to be culled under the rule of class 12 heresy and illegal association with a mutant.
Article: "We all deserve to be listened to."
-Sermon of The Disciple; Class 12 heretical article. Zero clearance. Recording in any means stands as a cullable offence. Speaking in any means stands as a cullable offence. Psionic reception and/or projection in any means stands as a cullable offence.
Oliveblood author. ♌.
Status: Sentenced to public execution. Cult following sentenced to on-sight culling. Zero right to trial. All mention in documentation to be destroyed. Owning any mention or reference to the Signless Sufferer [and his followers] is a cullable offence. Suspicion of being a cultist is a cullable offence. Relation to a cultist or suspected cultists is a cullable offence. Knowledge of cultists is a cullable offence. Blood status as right of protection void without exception. Quadrant status as right of protection void without exception. [Recording this in part of] Occupational status as right of protection void without exception.
Annotations: Unpublished. All associated trolls with knowledge of this are to be culled under the rule of class 12 heresy and illegal association with a mutant.
Article: "Not better, more kind. Trolls, we were told we should be violent. Murderous. Cruel. From hatching to deathday, but it's obvious that we don't have to. We can be kind, we can give, we are capable of so much more. You don't have to be default, you can be yourself, without all those things. The spectrum here is from pigments, not blood."
-Word of Kankri Vantas, Beforan; Class 12 heretical article. Zero clearance. Recording in any means stands as a cullable offence. Speaking in any means stands as a cullable offence. Psionic reception and/or projection in any means stands as a cullable offence.
Author of nonviable blood color. No sign available.
Status: Deceased/Erased. Second life sentenced to torture and public execution. Cult following sentenced to on-sight culling. Zero right to trial. All mention in documentation to be destroyed. Owning any mention or reference to the Signless Sufferer is a cullable offence. Suspicion of being a cultist is a cullable offence. Relation to a cultist or suspected cultists is a cullable offence. Knowledge of cultists is a cullable offence. Blood status as right of protection void without exception. Quadrant status as right of protection void without exception. [Recording this in part of] Occupational status as right of protection void without exception.
Annotations: Unpublished to Empirical knowledge. All associated trolls with knowledge of this are to be culled under the rule of class 12 heresy and illegal association with a mutant.
Article: "No, you do [want friendship/peace]. You just hate yourself for wanting it."
-Word of Terezi Pyrope; Class 12 heretical article. Zero clearance. Recording in any means stands as a cullable offence. Speaking in any means stands as a cullable offence. Psionic reception and/or projection in any means stands as a cullable offence.
Tealblood author. ♎.
Status: Alive, affiliation with rebel alliances of the Signless Sufferer. Cult following sentenced to on-sight culling. Zero right to trial. All mention in documentation to be destroyed. Owning any mention or reference to the Signless Sufferer [and his followers] is a cullable offence. Suspicion of being a cultist is a cullable offence. Relation to a cultist or suspected cultists is a cullable offence. Knowledge of cultists is a cullable offence. Blood status as right of protection void without exception. Quadrant status as right of protection void without exception. [Recording this in part of] Occupational status as right of protection void without exception.
Annotations: Unpublished. All associated trolls with knowledge of this are to be culled under the rule of class 12 heresy and illegal association with a mutant.
Article: "When you haven't been attacked or provoked--like in here. Half of these people have never done a thing to you and would never do a thing to you, even given the nature of this place. The person I attacked... He wouldn't have lashed out if I hadn't pushed him to it. It's not fair to take that choice from them. To take their good deeds and reward them with murder as a consequence. [...] We're all alive. We all think and feel in the same ways."
-Word of The Psiioniic/Helmsman/Xanthous; Class 12 heretical article. Zero clearance. Recording in any means stands as a cullable offence. Speaking in any means stands as a cullable offence. Psionic reception and/or projection in any means stands as a cullable offence.
Yellowblood author. ♊.
Status: Sentenced to the Pre torture of helmsing Her Imperious Condescension's Imperial flagship. Cult following sentanced to on-sight culling. Zero right to trial. All mention in documentation to be destroyed. Owning any mention or reference to the Signless Sufferer [and his followers] is a cullable offence. Suspicion of being a cultist is a cullable offence. Relation to a cultist or suspected cultists is a cullable offence. Knowledge of cultists is a cullable offence. Blood status as right of protection void without exception. Quadrant status as right of protection void without exception. [Recording this in part of] Occupational status as right of protection void without exception.
Annotations: Unpublished. All associated trolls with knowledge of this are to be culled under the rule of class 12 heresy and illegal association with a mutant.
Article: "I pity you."
-The Feast; Approved article.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: "Of beasts most pernicious dost they look on
DISSENTER OF MOST CARNAL THINGS UNTAMED
Yet upon it's dripping claw the light dost shone
AND THE BEASTS DIDST SEE FOOD TO FLAY"
-Ode To The Pale Moon; Class 12 heretical article. Zero clearance. Recording in any means stands as a cullable offence. Speaking in any means stands as a cullable offence. Psionic reception and/or projection in any means stands as a cullable offence.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator. Rebel. To be sentenced to on-sight culling. Zero right to trial. All mention in documentation to be destroyed. Owning any mention or reference to the Signless Sufferer is a cullable offe
FUCK ALTERNIA.
Annotations: Recited to The Signless. No sign available. Unpublished. All associated trolls with knowledge of this are to be culled under the rule of class 12 heresy and illegal association with a mutant.
Article: "Moons will turn the tide,
ILLUMINATE THE SKY,
dazzling the midnight hues,
THAT DID BELONG TO I.
At thine whims forever,
THOUGH DARK ENGULFS THE LIGHT,
Phases past and all shall rise,
MY DEAR BELOVED MINE."
-Word Of Sam Wilson; Approved article.
Author of an Alien Species.
Status: Prisoner of District 13.
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: "I got you, Kurloz. I got you. I am never gonna forget you."
-Seige Sermon; Approved article.
Indigoblood author. ♑.
Status: Subjugglator
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: "Done and done and done so thrice and once more was the leading into holy resurrection. THOUGH THROWN, THE BLOOD OF THE FAMILY REMAINED SO OF THE ANGEL'S AMALGAMATION RIGHTEOUS. A miracle upon the whole of the universe though its wings didst spread not. WE GIVE PRAISE FOR THE COMING LIGHT AS WE DO THE MOTHERFUCKING DARK, REASON OF THE CROWD HELD CHAOS. we inhabit and are inhabited both by mirrored being. FOR WE ARE MIRRORED MOTHERFUCKING BEINGS, AS THE FUNAMBULISTS HIGH, SPREAD APPENDAGE AND PUSHER BRACED TO RACE AND ROAM THE DEIGNING OF THINE WILLING. We, all, are made up of secret things as what even we ain't never to know, but Messiahs see truth! IN YOU AND I AND ALL, THEY SEE WHAT IS MOST MOTHERFUCKIN LEGIT. And I, as their preacher. AS THEIR CHOSEN VOICE, BY THE GOSPEL WHISPERINGS WHAT HAVE GRACED THIS PAN, THAT WHAT AIN'T, YET IS TO BE MANIFEST AS IMMEDIATE... I am meant to impart this at to you.
THE MESSIAHS SPEAK TWOFOLD IN TWO VOICES. As what ushers soft and sure of sleep-silencing revelations. BY THE CRIES WE CALL BEFORE OUR BATTLES BEING MANY IN MULTITUDE. Both as important. AS PARAMOUNT. As the other. THEY BALANCE PENULTIMATE, A TURNING WHEEL! For all the dark there be, light will come. FOR ALL THE LIGHT, A DARK MOTHERFUCKING CARNIVAL! And so potential shall be in every and all. AND SO WE MAY SEE BOTH FACES MIRTHFUL AS SO IS WILLED OF US!
Of our own, we can see new form in being, and so realise we have always been. TOGETHER, WE MAY SPIN THE SUNS AND MOONS EVER FASTER AS THIS MOTHERFUCKING PLANET WILL SEE NEW DUSK AND DAWN! For as Messiahs will and gift, we are meant to change. WE ARE MEANT TO GROW AND ALTER AND SO EMBODY THE DUALITY THAT IS OF THE MOTHERFUCKING UNIVERSE! We will turn their false peace to war! WE WILL TAKE THEIR FALSE HOPES AND MAKE IT TRUTH! We who know death and yet are only of life. WE WHO KILL OUR LOVES BUT KNOW THE PAINTS HERE ARE NOT OF BLOOD IN THEIR BEAUTY DESPITE, AND THAT WE MAY AND OUGHT EMBRACE THOSE CLOSE EVERY DAMN DAY AS IS GIFTED TO US! We who believe even the silent, as we all, deserve to be listend to. WE WHO NEED ONLY TO BE SHOWN OUR WINGS AS ALL TO FLY, WHO WOULD NOT EVER TRULY ABANDON THEIR OWN, WHO WILL GIVE CHANCE EVEN TO THOSE WHO HAVE WRONGED US! We... who are a family.
WE WILL BEAR FANG AND CLAW, BUT WE WILL NOT FORGET. There is good of this world as any. THEY HAVE BLESSED MANY OF US BY OUR COMING HERE. And so we must offer back to them freedom as all we take it on for our own. THIS WILL NOT BE THE FINAL STRIFE, NOR THE FIRST OF BLOWS! But a grand part of the cyclic path as for what is next to come, this shall be. MY ALLIES, FRIENDS, AND MORE, THAT WE MAY ALL TOGETHERLIKE RISE THE FUCK ANEW... let us wreck their shit. CAN I HEAR AN AMEN!?"
-Somber Sea; Approved article.
Old Alternian melody. Able to be altered according to pity quadrants. First variant.
Annotations: Recited in part to Terezi Pyrope. ♎.
Article: "O somber sea come over me
and see me to the shore
me matesprit waits beyond the tides
to see them I've been sworn
upon the moons' bright countenance
mine wish to find good will
cast out my pride and turned my sides
but this I've to fulfil
In dawning day I'll lose my dear
by turning of the tide
But as the sun shall sink below
I know the moons will rise
if stars above yet pass us by
the prayers gone on ignored
I know we still shall meet again
our aches of pity cured
though on the shores their time may lapse
one day their sails will be
too sinking deep below the waves
beloved back to me"
-Last Spoken Words; Heretical article.
Annotations: Spoken to all.
Status: Prisoner of District 13.
Article: "In life prior, mine ownself and eleven of those what was being closest at to me chose as to give our lives to start anew. I NEVER COUNTED THIS FOR NOTHING I DID. Not for a thing what neither I, nor any other would get at to remember. DONE SO MUCH WHAT I'D UNDO IF I COULD. But this one thing... IT WAS MEANT AT TO BE SECOND CHANCE. This is one thing at I'm being to know. OUT OF MY HANDS IT WOULD BE, BUT INTO THE HANDS OF THEM WHAT WOULD BE PREPARED AS OF WHAT NEEDED TO BE. If that's the one good thing I can get at, so be it. I WILL DO IT THE FUCK AGAIN.
My friends, I got faith in you, as all getting how it should up and motherfucking be. YOU WAS LOOKING OUT FOR ME SO LONG. Just as in ways I'd never known, and now it's being my turn. YOU CAN DO THIS AS WHERE ALL I MOTHERFUCKING CAN'T! Where at I can't and up and couldn't. ALL LIKE MAKING WORLD THE FUCK ANEW. All like to being heroes true you'll all be. DON'T DOUBT. Don't be all thinking like of failures. EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE MOTHERFUCKING MIRACLES. Just being matter of when. THANK YOU, FOR GIVING WHAT YOU HAVE TO ME. My family, prophets, be safe, I pity you."
-Carnival Of Dreams Sermon; Approved article.
Gospelevity Of The Mirthful Messiahs. Book 4.
Annotations: Caluminos 5..
Article: " Celestial bindings taut, manacles mystic, shrouded by the cloak
That is the illusion of the great's spinners sprung from thine most holy of first creations
And know that the shroud is painted in the blood honoring of their children and we the first of the ready
We must seek of it in the fraying and parting of bits beat and lost to the flutter flicker
We must see the fuck within and to the being of our souls motherfucking forsaken so
Let the syndicatortionists slip free of bind, let the liquid ribbon hung hold not for it is but water
'But I am of clothe and fear cut of me and mine, an incision so deep as to be of mortal faulting'
So it was motherfucking preached once and, say true, didst the many get the bob of nug like cores to game show
Thus the wicked mystics did reveal one what as to preach, enfolded too in the sickest midnight
And lo', twas sayeth, 'i am the gatherer, and from thee shall I draw thine sacred piecing'
In such they did recoil but grasped and gathered were they nevertheless and from the bone was cut each and each
'Look,' the gatherer did speaketh. 'Have of your ganderbulbs a glorious feast as what all be here'
Oculars burst to the sight for in such the stars were seen clear as the dawning morn what sears
In the hollows where all their souls didst cry, was the dust poured so that they might know such
And of this dust was every tying torture that so did keep them still
From the bones ground up however they did so motherfucking get as to up and find
In such god had touched and blessed them each and every individual,
The most righteous of gifts, the great deliverance, if only they should so see and so seek it
And in the workings due did those few have skulls of gilded gold to mark the blessings received
Carried and carried on by passing spectres each on and motherfucking on until
In every bone didst such beauty make to motherfucking lay as the jewels they could remember no longer
In every sister of brothers and brother of sisters, relation all each and onward as the divine themselves
In the passing sweeps swept, didst many the eyeless angel touched walk and some didst fall
For they had forgotten they were without the eyes they had given oncelike
The fooled followers came unto themselves and those led astray to sin
Did find no more could they make as to be guided by none but the most righteous to be of their saving.
Those whom held digits unrestrained, twitchers untamed, were so cursed or blessed as per all the divine will.
Then so didst come time of judgement, for those eyeless to know from the teachings sacred, the true enemy
For the bloodspill would not eschew those of weary conscience, no, it would seek of no discretion but by the pumpbiscuits ours
And of the remainder, the glorious few, the righteous recognized, did the holy come in their grand gracing
By the flap of their feather will the family find the sacred giftings to break of that which they have been motherfucking bound
By the stars in their bones, the mirth of their souls, and the blood of the family for the blood of the great family whole
So cracked and crushed the swallowing swaddling, lifted up shall we be twofold in the reckonings and
Ours souls set alight, at last, our truest motherfucking freedoms as what be our deserved.
By blessing of the messiahs, by song of the minstrels, may it so then be."
-Word Of Terezi Pyrope; Class 12 heretical article. Zero clearance. Recording in any means stands as a cullable offence. Speaking in any means stands as a cullable offence. Psionic reception and/or projection in any means stands as a cullable offence.
Tealblood author. ♎.
Status: Rebel of District 13.
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: "Every time you hurt, it hurts me, too. When you gamble with your life, you gamble with mine, too. If they had killed you, it would have been the end of me, too. I promised you months ago that I wouldn't throw away a victory in those arenas anymore. Because I knew that losing me would lose you, too. I need you to understand that it works both ways.
-Cavern Song; Approved article.
Old Alternian Jadeblood Cavern melody.
Annotations: Recited by The Signless. Sign unavailable.
Article: "O'eternal is the morrow,
A shadow of the day,
Scattered by the coming dusk,
The dark will dissipate.
Arisen from the hollow,
Beheld the call to tend,
The mother's blood did lift of us,
The cycle to begin.
Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhhmmhmmhmmm, mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhhmmhmmhmmm
O'eternal is the morrow
the dew to feed the seed,
So though the wilt and rot will come,
The flower still shall be.
As bonded by the marrow
In rivulets through land
We held a war unseen before
A peace unknown in hand.
Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhhmmhmmhmmm, mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhhmmhmmhmmm
O'eternal is the morrow,
A star to be my guide,
Reflecting of the future come,
In pasts of shining light.
I tell you it is hallowed,
For what I tell is truth,
An end shall soon begin again,
As mirrored me and you."
-Word Of Jet Link; Approved article.
Author of an Alien Species.
Status: Prisoner of District 13.
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: "He had to break the bone to set it right again, it's what you got to do. It's ok to break down. Do it, let yourself fall apart or be weak or do nothing, whatever it is you've been stopping yourself from doing for too long. It's okay. What matters is that, when it's over with, you pick the pieces back up off the floor and fix them right. That's what I'm here to help with, what all of us're here to help with, Al too."
-Word Of Sam Wilson; Approved article.
Author of an Alien Species.
Status: Prisoner of District 13.
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded.
Article: ""You don't have to fight."
-Word Of Terezi Pyrope; Class 12 heretical article. Zero clearance. Recording in any means stands as a cullable offence. Speaking in any means stands as a cullable offence. Psionic reception and/or projection in any means stands as a cullable offence.
Tealblood author. ♎.
Status: Rebel of District 13.
Annotations: Unpublished, Unrecorded
Article: "Because you stayed."
