Mhaldor, the shadow in the west. All eyes are directed towards Her in
silent vigil, all hands now attempt to hold Her head 'neath the surface
of an ocean of spilt blood. The minds of the weak have been worked up
into a frenzie by propaganda prophet after propaganda prophet. Their
sick tongues spilling words of miss-direction across the paths of all.

But there is an older shadow that is now bleeding across this content.
An ancient masked shadow that you all now meet with open arms, Her past
atrocities and genocide's forgotten thorts of yesterday.

The lessons of past times now lie broken and discarded in the shadows of
yester-years.

Shallam . . . for years She was the great 'Evil' in this world. She is
the lesser of two Evils now, or so many would have you baleeve. But in
truth she is the greater. She hides her true totalitarian, oppressive
intentions behind masks of false innocens and compassion. The Holy
Church of Achaea is but a front, another mask for Her to wear when
attending court.

Have you forgotten your past so quickly Achaea?

Each year the world takes up arms against Mhaldor during the Crossing.
The aim is to weaken Mhaldor, keep us weak, keep the Bitch's head
submerged for just a little longer . . .

The world has forgotten about Shallam. The world has forgotten Her
threat. You forget that each time you side against Mhaldor during the
crossing, your siding with the Church and Shallam. You are empowering
them, you feed them the devotion they crave so much. They masterfully
manipulate your 'good intentions' to meet their own needs. You are what
fuels Their shadows, Their hypocrisy's and Their lies!

Mhaldor is Her scapegoat, and you are Her toys.

"The more they drive to crush us, the more we drive them on"

The Rev.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Glacian, in the year 338 AF.