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The Language of Dark

The knife entered his chest as his last breath exited his lungs The drive of the cold steel blade was inserted without blame As the bleeding hand that did the deed released the handle He could hear the final gasp of air escape with a name The last effort that was whispered silently was "Bariesous endeiknumi ekeinos" As the killers hand pulled back in shock and awe He could not believe the words that were spoken to him The victom was a lifelong advocate of the church Now laying dead on the floor he had no one but this lost soul that ended his life The killer felt something relieve his cold ways and instill fear instead The fear of passion and remorse took over his body "Hinati apodidomi ekeinos archo" he exclaimed in his native toungue This was the language that all power spoke to their followers This was the language of disbelief Now the one that stalked and executed the follower of the Lord Was no longer allowing himself to follow any other The dark one that sent him to end the life of a dedicated speaker of church Thought to himself why must I follow another The man I killed last words before he was to meet his leader Controdicted his ways and form on this earth and time I refuse to follow another to do their deeds I feel remorse for what I have done As the killer stood over the victom he raised his bloody blackened hand high Gripping the knife that entered the holy chest as if it were a snake from the garden He lunged unto the cold smiling blade as it entered his beating heart As he fell onto his victom to pass into the next His last breath that was released to noone was "Diabolos endeiknumi ekeinos" Translations: (Ancient Greek to English) Bariesous endeiknumi ekeinos = Jesus did this to me Hinati apodidomi ekeinos archo = Why must he say this Diabolos endeiknumi ekeinos = Devil did this to me

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