The night was miserable, cold and dark, not a single star shone briightly offering hope that tomorrow would come, every tree hid a monster and ever shadow was a demon waiting to devour,maybe that was just way it looked to me, maybe others saw the soft crisp moonlight, or the warm summer evening breeze, maybe no one else heard the demonic cackles from the shadows.
I am unsure what brought me here, only a year ago I would have given my life to defend the very people I now march against, If you asked me to recall a single instance where i decided I would betray man and God I could not tell you, or find a single act that sent me down this dark path.
The Cathedral and the Followers on the outside appear to be the same, both have the right characters in the right places, both say the right things and worship the right God.
But once you pull back the layers you find the truth is so very different, evil lurks in the heart of man, no doctrine or dogma can erase it, no edict or decree from councils of men can control it, no Law of Man can restrain it, a true monster which devours all.
That is not to say there is nothing which can defeat this evil, Love can triumph where the Law fails, True undying unconditional Love can erase the last traces of darkness and truly free the enslaved human heart.
Only the creator of man, the Father whom sent his only Son to die on behalf of his wayward creation can supply such undying love, no words scribbled by man or doctrine created by man can fill that void.
I sought the Cathedral to find God, and in doing so I have never felt more distant to him, I have filled my heart and soul with more doctrines.
If doctrines and knowledge of mans Doctrines and Traditions could save you, I would be a Savior, instead my heart has turned to stone and I can no longer hear the Father, what cruel Irony, I sought God from those who claimed to know him and have become more unsure of who God is because of it.
Their god is so unlike the Father I once knew, He is so unlike his Son which came to show us the way.
Their god is based on mans traditions and doctrines, a god that who doesn't want to speak directly to his children, but instead speaks only from those pious few, who men heap praise upon, Masters and Rabbis where the Christ said neither should be so.
So now I march against the Followers, my intent is to wipe their kind from the earth, if you were to ask me tomorrow, or a thousand years from now I could offer no justification from the Fathers Love letter to us, revealed by his Son.
However the Cathedral tells us to kill, so we kill, we follow man, we forget the Father and serve the Patriarch.
Somewhere in my Heart, some long lost place inside me somethings cries out, maybe tomorrow I will know, maybe tomorrow I will finally live again, but for tonight I kill again, in the name of the god of the Cathedral.
May God Forgive me, for I can't deny I know what I am about to do.
