I find myself constantly murdering your bretheren. I am either hunting, or being hunted. I make it abundantly obvious to any who links themselves to Thoth, that I despise most Church members. In an acrid bliss, I sterilize my hate for you, and yours, by watching the dying twitch of a once proud warrior.
Proud, is what you are, and you have found yourself in the land of the fanatic zealots. You have become something more horrible than that you wish to destroy. With your declaration of war, and your hate for those who indeed do oppose the virtues of piety and faith, you have begun an endless, and pointless crusade against many more than I think you and Gijan could handle. You have in essence, stood on the mountain, and pissed down fire upon the sinners that you, and (especially) Gijan have decreed to condemn to death for the simple difference of opinion.
You have focused your declaration of war around the 'blatant lack of respect for the Holy Church of Achaea.' I dont feel it's your Institution that is not respected, rather the men, and women who run it. The church is surrounded by words, and actions of hate. Your goal is for 'A new era of faith and prosperity', but will only serve to A: Strengthen your opposition B: Bring nothing but blood, and conflict C: Release the bloodlust you and (especially) Gijan harbour. D: Inspire me and many others to slay your bretheren in cold-blood for the crime of simply tyranny against them by an institution as large as yours.
You look at your young squires, and instead of declaring war and shouting violent, and angry words, try teaching them the virtues of the Church they are being raised in, rather than kill others to force it upon them. The example you are setting for your squires, the church, and the land will simply become another echo of injustice heard across the land for many more generations to come.

Besides, let's face it, death simply reflects the life we lived, and rather than reflecting our errors, it shows us what could have been, had we made different choices. I am shown my life, I am shown my seething rage towards the Holy Man who just jumped and teamed me for defending myself against one of their bretheren, and to be honest, it simply fuels my anger, hate, and intense desire to rip your nonsense-dripping tounge from your very mouth. I will accept the gift of re-life, and I will again take up arms to end the men like you, who wish to dictate how I must live.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Valnuary, in the year 251 AF.