Vapid hedonists writhing under the bloated glare of Sin,

Apparently unsatisfied with your station as objects of ridicule and
persons of negotiable virtue throughout the land, you've chosen to
desecrate the temple of Lady Mithraea. While the Mitrans seem to have
the situation in hand, the Church has also devoted itself to cleansing
your filth from Sapience as a sort of public works project.

Your shrines, which once littered Creation in places more numerous than
the festering pustules that mark the twisted bodies of those who raise
them, are now being reduced to splinters and dust which, for the safety
of all passers-by, shall be sanitized by fire in order to prevent
further outbreaks. We offer the same service to the diseased reprobates
who slam their blistered anatomy against one another so fervently in the
name of Sin, and hope to heap high their corpses for cleansing.

May the Light lead and we never fail to follow!
Eminent Master Rho Dev'Evensong

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Mayan, in the year 459 AF.