A prayer to Mother Gaia (442 hits)
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Submitted by ampersand (View user info) at 2007-02-10 12:49:49 EST
"Our people suffer from a plague, Mother Gaia. It is not a wind-born plague, scattered about in your swirling breath. It is not a water-born plague, brought to us by your sweet tears. Your ways are stranger then that Mother Gaia, for it is not even an infection. But still, it rages through our people all the same, spreading blood and grim slaughter in its wake. You know its name Mother Gaia, its name is Rahgar.
Rahgar is inexorable. It is certain, Mother Gaia, that every time you descend to your frosty grave, you will be born again to infancy and your children will be green again with the pulse of life. But it is no less certain Mother Gaia, that when you are in the Twilight of your life and preparing again for icy descent, Rahgar will come. He comes from the void and crawls over the edge of the world to plague us. He comes in different forms at different times, but he is always the same. And he does not come sometimes, Mother Gaia, Rahgar comes always. And when Rahgar comes, Rahgar kills. Always.
He is cruel, Mother Gaia, for he does not kill us after we have known long life and are ready for cold, eternal slumber. Nor does Rahgar kill us when we are in the full flush of life's glory. Nor does he even kill us in the splendid bloom of youth. He kills us in infancy, Mother Gaia, before we have taken root in your world and learned its ways. He kills us when we are defenseless; he plucks us from your embrace and revels in our unholy death. He knows not honor, he knows not mercy.
Rahgar is many and Rahgar is insatiable, Mother Gaia. Though he overflows with passion for slaughter, it is not for passions sake alone that he kills. He has many mouths and he kills to feed them. He devours us live, before we have even a chance to spread our fertile seed. With mouths of gnashing sharp teeth he rips and tears at our flesh. He gnaws and chews and smiles and laughs as our lifeblood streaks down his wretched jaws. He kills to dull the edge of his ravenous hunger. But it does not work Mother Gaia, for always he returns, and always as hungry as when he left. Always he kills, always he feasts.
And always when you enter your Twilight, Mother Gaia, we make sacrifices to you of our own sweet flesh. We sacrifice our flesh that you might spare us from Rahgar. We sacrifice our flesh that you might deny him his cruel festivity. And with your breath, which is always strongest in Twilight, you take our flesh offering Mother Gaia! But in vain Mother Gaia, for always Rahgar comes! Oh Mother Gaia, if only you knew what a terrible way it is to die, in the teeth of Rahgar, no death is more hopeless and certain. If you knew this then surely you would deliver us from such evil. But if this is your will Mother Gaia, then let it be so, for you are wise Mother Gaia and we serve you always."
It was a good prayer. Every time when Mother Gaia entered her Twilight, one of the elders gave this exact prayer and every time the people agreed with one another that it was a good prayer. And then after the prayer was given the Ritual of Sacrifice would begin. Flesh would turn to fire and burn slowly away to nothing as Mother Gaia finally entered her frosty tomb. And always as the Rituals began, the people would say that surely, this time Mother Gaia would finally deliver them for all time from Rahgar's cruelty. But no one believed it. Rahgar would come they knew. Rahgar always came. And always he brought with him blood and grim slaughter.
And the people were right, Rahgar came. He came unusually early in Mother Gaia's Twilight this time, when her life beat still pulsed strong. He came as the unyielding black specter of death, to reap more flesh. He screamed with terrible, unholy joy at the prospect of slaughter:
"Oh my god Roger, this place is so beautiful."
"Yeah, the coolest thing is no one else seems to know about it. My dad showed me when I was young and his dad showed him when he was young and, between the three of us, we've never once seen someone else come here...and the apples are absolutely delicious by the way. They're some special type; I think they're from New Zealand."
Rahgar flashed his grim, life-snatching teeth and smiled in memory of sweet flesh in his mouth. There was nothing they could do.
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Submitted by LisaD (user info) at 2007-05-18 13:39:58 EDT (#)
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-02-12 16:30:41 EST (#)
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needs mroe bacon
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Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2007-02-10 18:09:24 EST (#)
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Marry me.
Submitted by inion_de_trua (user info) at 2007-02-10 18:07:05 EST (#)
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i started to read this then i HAD to keep reading it.
nice.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2007-02-10 16:52:16 EST (#)
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Submitted by jojo747 (user info) at 2007-02-10 16:02:47 (#)
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are you serious?
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He's serious. You are a fucking idiot.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-02-10 16:32:48 EST (#)
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Submitted by jojo747 (user info) at 2007-02-10 16:02:47 EST (#)
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are you serious?
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Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2007-02-10 13:49:31 EST (#)
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A good read.
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Submitted by SenselessRage (user info) at 2007-02-10 13:16:01 EST (#)
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Don't know why, but I liked it
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