Scaramouche, Scaramouche

I got this today from Ereskigal, when I was eating lunch in the food court of the Eaton Centre. The food courts are both on the lowest floor, which is actually below ground level. Needless to say, these are good places for me to get messages. I was asked to pass this along, because I was pissed and angry and sick about how broken people can be (the CSIS head of staff is disgusting, but surprise surprise, right?), and I was noisy enough in my heart to get her attention. So this is for everyone who feels heartsick over people's capacity to be entirely gross. I'm not wholly sure what she meant in the last sentence but I'm working on that.

Holy Ereskigal, sweet is your praise.

"This is the beginning of childhood's end. I am the lancet. I am the harsh and unmerciful light of realization. Truth surfaces, for only what is dead remains buried. The truth does not belong to us, does not belong to our homes.

"Their world is dying. This is their last cry. The world they knew is ending, no matter how tightly they clutch at the last ravelling threads of their sheltering lies. Mourn them not who choose to die with this untruth.

"I am the blade. I am the physician. I am the illuminating poison. I am the bitter medicine. I am the surgeon. I am death, and all things - even intangible things such as ideas and lies - can be taken by me, or my sisters and brothers, the great rulers under the earth..

"Mark me well, my child of the dark roads: their world will die. You will bear witness, and carry its coffin."