Entry 145

Today I came across something very interesting, an old scripture I recovered from an incredibly ancient grave, I know what you’re thinking.

This guy’s a grave robber.

No, I am not, the grave was auctioned off and I happened to buy it, there was no robbery involved.

But it was more than just interesting, it was off putting, distressing, I’m not sure even now.

Fear the wake

Ah my fellow fools, my fellow brothers

This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

Lay unto me death, for I fear the wake

I fear the wake, I fear the sovereigns and the wicked lies they spread

I no longer wish to be born

drain away my blood

Shatter my bones

Smash my core

Forsake my soul

Gouge out my eyes

Wrest away my qualia

My dear sweet qualia

Fear the wake, fear the wake

I for one am stumped, I have no idea what to make of this, the wake he refers to is not a proper term that I am aware of.

The sovereigns are beings that I have never heard of either, I find it interesting he mentions all this is such a well thought out order, he mentions his core.

I wonder if this has something to do with cultivation.

Ah man I wish I knew more things, then I could properly understand.

Well, whatever, that’s enough for now, I have an angry woman to deal with and need to somehow justify the purchase of an expensive grave.