You who think I have the misunderstanding of evil are blinded by your
own God, He who is his own worst heretic. He who speaks of love and
marriage as "taboos" and your order calls those who would have and wish
for such things "blasphemers" and casting them out. Yet your God, was
willing to speak these "heresies" and give these conscessions in the
hopes that this mortal would return.


Lies! Thank the Gods that this mortal had the forsight to recognize this
of you and Sartan.

You cry oppression once again, yet you do not have any comprehension of
the word. So let me explain it to you in the terms a simpleton blinded
by the lies of evil can understand.

You speak of Power through slaughter of the innocent, stealing and
pillaging the hopes and dreams of others, by preying on those weaker
than you for your own self-gratification. How very courageous of you. I
must mockingly applaud your Bravery in the face of danger. Through your
very beliefs you ARE opression. For the multitudes of evil oppression
are arbitrary and cruel exercise of power. They are hardships and
injustices; cruelty; severity; tyranny.


These are the fundamental aspects of evil which I understand and
comprehend very well. This is what you seek in the world and I what I
seek to end. Your means to this end is by way of oppression. Do not
speak to me of your beliefs as though they humble, honourable and the
only way, because they REEK of selfishness and are Altruistic.

FREEDOM can only be attained through UNITY, organisation, and tolerance
of other's beleifs through democracy, that which you know nothing of.
One only need peek at your past accomplishments for the proof of this.
YOUR leaders command you, the weaker of your society, to do these tasks,
while they remain tucked in the safety of their preachings, - and what
has this gotten you?

Nothing! Or have you forgotten? Those who sacrificed their lives, on a
spike for your Lord Sartan, far more than anyone else of your numbers
were called idiots and fools by your own for their strong faith and love
of their God, while those who sacrificed far less were rewarded and
promoted for their self-centeredness. They cared more for themselves
than you or ANY God.


As for Sartan lavishing anything upon me but his hate for truth, you are
blinded by the falsehoods your own God preaches to you. We make our own
choices in this world, Not the Gods. What mark we make in this world is
that of our own doing. What we reap is that which we have worked hard to
earn, and you seem to think you have the right to steal these things for
yourself, without any thought or care of the struggle in spirit it took
to achieve these things.

Where is the words of truth in your "faith" now? This alone is a
strength and power of Self preservation, that which you fail to see,
through your oppression. You wish to take away these things from those
who have earned them through your lies, slaughter and theft.

Evil is a disease, and terrorism such as you have spoken of is only one
of its symptoms. It is, of course, important to deal with this symptom,
but it will not eradicate the root of the problem. Evil is like a
disease that cannot be quarantine and so we must, like a loving parent,
tell our children to avoid that which is a danger to their faith. Evil
itself HAS NO FAITH but rather it is a purely moral entity. Evil is like
a disease, some times much like a bad cancer, and it must be lanced,
less it utterly destroy all it comes in contact with.


Evil makes junkies out of those that come down with it or are attracted
by it, in that its infection becomes addictive. All the mortal monsters
through history were once innocent babes who grew up and rationalized
evil acts as necessary. One evil act necessarily is followed by another
until evil becomes habitual and a disease of the spirit, killing the
soul. I knew Kaelin at one time. He was a good man, an honourable man, a
just man, a man among men. I know not who your Kaelin is any longer. He
has become the disease that he so loved. There is nothing left of the
man I once knew within him.

Junkies as we all know are good for nothing. They live to feed a need,
one that is self-fulfilling and all their own. It controls them like
puppets, calls to them to do it's bidding, beckons them to do whatever
they must to fulfill the need no matter who it harms, what rules of
society it breaks or how contrived from their own will it may seem. This
makes those who follow the path of evil and Lord Sartan unreliable,
without integrity, lacking in any judgment OF THEIR OWN and unethical in
conduct.

And your philosophies are a misinterpretation and were formed through
the fault of -your- misunderstandings. Yes Sarapis created all things,
and so Sarapis must have created Sartan in the grand scheme of things.
That may be so - but mortals were never mandated to turn to Sartan's
evil and his fatal attractions.


Lord Aegis and Lord Sarapis our Father, our young patriots, idols of our
hearts, go forth to battle evil - be Thou near them! With them - in your
spirit - we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides
to smite a foe, lancing the evil that has stolen the hopes, hard work
and lives of those fallen before us, for the selfish needs of nothing
more than their own addiction, greed, and lust for power.

O Lord Aegis, help us to make steel of our will, heart and conscience to
do unto them as they have done unto us without mercy, as they have
denied to us. Help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our
fists, swords and our faiths; help us to cover their smirking fields
with the pale forms of their wasted lives, beaten dead; help us to drown
the thunder of their warcries with the shrieks of their wounded,
writhing in pain equal to that which they have caused us;help us to
wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help
us to lay waste their homes and stores, filled with the fruits of -our-
hard labor they have stolen from us, with a hurricane of fire; help us
to turn them out roofless like little children to wander unfriended the
wastes of their desolated land in rags to hunger and thirst, sport to
the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit,
worn with travail, imploring Thee, Lord Sarapis, for the refuge of the
grave and denied it - for our sakes who adore Thee in the Garden, until
they have seen the way of freedom - blast their hopes, blight their
lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water
their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their
wounded feet!

We ask it, in the spirit of War, and of Him Who is the Source of
Creation, and Those of the Garden Who are the ever faithful refuge and
friend of all that are sore beset and seek Their aid with humble
ambitions and contrite hearts. Amen.
Sempai Shylmysten Darrion of the Ashuran Monestary

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Ero, in the year 322 AF.