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The Great Golden Siege of Bakhmut

In my hands, I hold the power to make you and your allies bow on your knees.

By Chief GeizaelPublished 3 years ago 3 min read

I cast forth from my hand a great spell over the nation

Triumph I shall see

Free from your bondage I cast forth from my fingertips

All your veils shall surely be lifted

Many soldiers I do have

And I am one of those soldiers of that Golden Serpent Army

All within this Kingdom receive the same favor

And those that are at our hand are to be considered such

You are not kin to our Order

We know you not

Professing yourself to be of that which I am you are not

For that which rules over darkness truly detests you

A terrible evil thing I am and I know you not

Many you have slain in his name

And many too shall feel the sword that is the glory bestowed upon me

Thy voice shatters your confidence in victory

In all matters, I shall win

And a win is a win for thy ally

And to receive a worthy punishment you shall have

You shall reap the seeds you have sewn

And the latter shall be swallowed whole when it is due harvest

Thy Rod is made of Gold

Thy head is crowned with a Golden Serpent

For that which is of ages rests on my head in the kingdom of spirit

Thy temple holds that mighty Serpent that has seen victories from start to finish

I and my team have the capabilities, knowledge, wisdom, resources, love, and favor to obtain that which we want

There is no matter of losing

For I am the Golden Serpent and a worthy ambassador I am

Thy bride is a pleasant gift from that which is absolute like Lilith to the realms of the abyss

Many things I have seen on this earth

And many attempts on my life there have been

But I say to you today that you will surely be punished if you defy my word

The Blood of millions you have on your hands

Whatever he allows I surely shall do if you do not bow

It is my mission to defeat you

And hunt you down with a vengeance we shall

The lows and the highs are at service to bring you to your knees

I will make you as low as dogs

Robbed you of your stature I surely have

Your time is surely moments away from being imprisoned

Enjoy it while it lasts

Defied me you have and defy your council I shall with victory because you are not the evil you profess to be

You are not that which is evil but you are vile

You are a poor representation of the notion

A ruling power does not bow

And resisted you did

And bow he did

Yes, his devotees are at his side

But, that who is their ruler cannot withstand me, so the same they shall be given unto them if they do not obey

And those that wish to escape must know that the price of treason is death

Exempt you shall be

From tribulation, I shall spare you

From every corner of the earth, destruction comes to claim the lives of my enemies and their devoted servants

They know not the meaning of fear

I haven't even reached my maximum capacity

Rule over you I shall

The Great Dragon of Gold has entrusted me

And his Former has given me the good grace of retribution

Upon thy head, my Javelin shall rain down upon thee

Its Golden Beauty pierces its victim with great intensity

Slain they all shall be

Imprisoned within walls I command with thy tongue

All resistance I trample upon

War with Gods I do have within me

And conquered that which is Golden I have

But to conquer myself is an even greater task because I am the window

It is up to me to make sure my glass is not poured half empty

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Chief Geizael

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