There are words which I have lived by. Words which have offered encouragement and vision, words which I had never understood, yet always knew the meaning. For I have fought carelessly, and sought out blood when it was but a warm liquid which should only surge more from another than myself upon the ground.
When the walls come down and worlds collide, those who remember peace lose the most.
A parasite lurks among us.
A parasite not visible at first, for it keeps itself hidden.
It holds a form similar to us, but foreign all of its own.
Yet it insists it is of us, one of us, and belonging to us.
Woe would come once and for all for the lonely folkd who wished to stay that way.
Shattered by a war started far from them which ravaged their homes, folk and lands, they would be forced to pay the cost.
Against our better judgment we had let you in to stay. Continue reading “The welcoming.”