Forsaken

For the provider had but one task, but one requirement, and she has forsaken it.  Here in the bowels of the city, where the rats starve, she has not been seen in a century.  You are forgotten, believers.  No ammount of faith will bring her to this darkness.  She will not sully her perfect boots with the dirt that is your home.

So abandon the belief you once held.  Religion has cursed you, you must curse it back.  Vex the ivory chapels that give you not a thought, hex the priests that turn their noses up at your presence, and hold the grain for themselves.

Come, embrace the truth.  There is no equality in this world, or the next. Not while the Priests hold the keys to both.  The only thing we all share, the only Divinity that can be true, must be true... is death.

Only some may know peace and contentment, but all must know Ruin.  Rise, Brothers and Sisters... let us spread the faith... To the priests, first!  Let us show them our church, at the edge of the blade.