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[]Psalms 35:1-9

Judge thou, O Lord, them that wrong me: overthrow them that fight against me.
Take hold of arms and shield: and rise up to help me.
Bring out the sword, and shut up the way against them that persecute me: say to my soul: I am thy salvation.
Let them be confounded and ashamed that seek after my soul. Let them be turned back and be confounded that devise against me.
Let them become as Dust before the wind: and let the Angel of the Lord straiten them.
Let their way become dark and slippery; and let the angel of the Lord pursue them.
For without cause they have hidden their net for me unto destruction: without cause they have upbraided my soul.
Let the snare which he knoweth not come upon him : and let the net which he hath hidden catch him: and into that very snare let them fall.
But my soul shall rejoice in the Lord; and shall be delighted in his salvation.

[†]Video flickers on from ground-point, focusing upwards towards the great stature of a man. Not just any man, but a blond-crowned priest. Wrapped in the vestments of his clergy, his cassock flags in the fable wind as he stares out towards the ocean with wonderment and hard disdain. This was the last thing he had expected to see when up to his neck in the corpses of the unholy undead just moments ago. Or so he thought, with a mild vexation across his uttered brogue.[✝]

Sae, frae Midian tae sandy beaches Ah fin' m’self. Whit black magick is thes?

[A scoff leaves him as a white-gloved hand adjusts his circular spectacles that glint in the light.]

Some kin' ay illusion ur my ain delusion?

[There's nothing to deter him as he shakes his head, putting his faith not in this world before hie eyes, but the One that remains unseen by human eyes.]

Nay, God sent me oan thes missionary an' Ah will follaw it through, through whitever beguilin' reverie thes Hell tries tae mask afair mine eyes!

Nay! Ah will nae fall tae yer tricks, eichmann freaks!

[Crossing his arms tightly over his chest, he bows his head solemnly, hushing with silent benediction. A demeanor of peaceful piety changes drastically, to one of fierce credo. Jade eyes aglare snap open, along with his arms outspread, and from his hands produce two glaring swords pointed downward at his sides. Upon which then he declares his unshakable beatitude aloud.]

Even tae thes day th' veil is upon their hearts! Nevertheless when a body shall turn tae th' Lord, th' veil shall be taken away! Noo th' Lord is 'at Spirit: an' whaur th' spirit of th' Lord is, thaur is liberty.

[✝]With a ring of silver and steel clashing, his blades cross before him in the sign of his Lord and savior, and a roar of a mighty crusader ends his benison.[†]

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