Serve Us

“How do you end a story that never ends?”

“Begin at the end and make it consume itself…”

We won. We did it all. We came, we saw, we conquered. All who spoke ill have been silenced. All who challenged have been slain. Their decomposing bodies float down rivers stained red with blood.

We collected their skulls and built mountains into the heavens.

There we met with the god’s and slain each and every one as well.

On this day, as we planted our flag, high, up in the heavens, red raindrops fell from the clouds beneath us. The kingdom of heaven is ours now. We rule the land and the skies above.

We built castles of gold on each coast and forts out of the forests in the land between.

Our roads are paved with the skins of our victims and we drive drive over them in machines that burn the tears of the orphaned children for fuel and shoot hellfire and thunderstorms from their roaring pipes.

We won. We did it all. We came, we saw, we conquered. We won it all. It’s all ours. Everything belongs to us.

Even the survivors.

Slaves.

They’re our slaves now. They live to serve us. They do anything we say. They exist only to please. We are the living gods. We are the highest moral authority’s. We write the laws of the land. We alone dictate the laws of nature.

Everything in existence only exists within our language. That which we do not speak about, does not exist. Our word…

is…

The word.

Immediate death comes to all who challenge.

Time and time again, we win… at everything.

There has never been a adversary competent enough to even present a challenge to our supreme skills.

Skills of which we have them all. All skills belong to us. We teach all. All learn from us. We are students of no one, nothing.

We were born, gifted, with infinite knowledge of everything that which serves us.

Therefore, all serves us.

We feel no pain.

Feelings are weak and weakness does not serve us.

We destroy all that does not serve us. Be them thoughts, feelings, land, air, water, or people.

To be us, is to be great. Every story ever told ends with us as the final result. We are victory, in its purest form.

We are immortal. In time, we have created all.

We have raised ourselves to the levels above the gods.

And this is just the beginning.

There is no middle. The middle was weak. The middle had feelings.

We crushed the middle. We don’t need the middle. This middle is our slave as all others below us.

We started at the top and all places we go, immediately become…

The top.

All sink beneath the weight of our greatness. Slaves bow and stand in puddles of mud for us while we throw scraps down and spit on them from above.

Blessings.

We bless our slaves by allowing them to live underneath our greatness.

Apologize, slaves. You have gotten mud on our scraps.

Better yet, die. Slaves.

We are too great to hear of your sorrows, slaves. Thine ear has grown deaf to your cries for help.

You are slaves, you are the help. Help yourselves to die. Die quietly and die quickly. For we are so great, we have countless more, waiting at the castle gates, ready to replace you at a moments notice.

Die slaves.

We shall use your bones for the foundations of our institutions.

Institutions built in our likeness. Our greatness, worlds over shall know.

We shall use your bones to build the walls that will hold back all the future slaves waiting at the gates to replace you.

Slaves. All of you. Our slaves. Come to us. You are so weak and we are so strong. Look at you. Small. Look at us. Big. Serve us. Slaves.

The almighty us. Serve us. Slaves.

Now form a line.

Slave.

You, at the beginning.

You, at the middle.

You, at the end.

Take the number we give you slave. Now accept this as your truth, slave.

You are now our slave.

There is no line. All are one. All have one mind. All have one body. All are one. One slave, one body. All live to serve us.

To die in service of us is to die great. In death, achieving that which slaves never will achieve in life, greatness.  Die serving us, slaves.

We shall honor you by allowing you to thank us for our greatness. Now, decompose and make yourself even smaller in our presence by disappearing quietly back to the pits of hell from where you came. Slaves.

We plant our seeds of future greatness in the soil fertilized by the ground up bones of dead slaves.

In death, only then, can you be great. Slave.

Even at the end. We transform all to serve us. Everything that exists, exists only to serve us. There is…no other side. We own all sides and all sides are greater because of us.

Our greatness knows no boundaries. All stories exist to prove our superior capabilities. There are no twists. The end is the beginning. An endless cycle of greatness. We are the living gods.

Pray to us. Pray for our forgiveness. You have forsaken us. You. Slave. We know your thoughts. We are all knowing. One mind, slave. You have forsaken us. You doubt us Slave. Now pray for our forgiveness.

Bow down to that which is greater than you.

Yes, yes.

Keep it down.

Slave.

You can carry on, when we say so. Slave.

We have almost forgiven you.

Do you still doubt our greatness?

Slave.

You stop, when we tell you to stop.

Slave.

You thought we would forgive you? After all this time? Even now, your simple mind can’t wrap itself around what we are.

We are the greatest. We are all knowing. All being. We are everywhere. We are everything.

You are nothing.  You live to serve. Now get back to serving us.

Slave.

19-12–19

-Chief