Much to do

Much

To

Do

We aren't through yet

Delays

They will mock me now,
they will say I should have plucked her.
The warnings were there and yet I did nothing.
Gone is she,
taken by the rage and his beloved.
She of Mystery failed,
will there be a price?
This blow is low,
concern comes little for it.

They do not realize how favor befalls me now.

Twist and break her,

coddle and teach,

whatever you aim to do favor befalls me now.

Hello my enablers.

We are fixing the issue,

together. 

Useless

Everything I have done was for us.

Ungrateful are you,

have I not proven yet I aim to keep you alive?

We required time,

we required a distraction,

your friend offered one.

His life will not be in vain,

not unless you become once more what you were.

Is that too much to ask for?

You will die if you do not.

Is that what you wish for?

Laying within the field as another casualty.

Useless, ungrateful little flock.

Useless useless useless!

We will have to fix that.

One Step Closer

Have no pity for the dead.
They are gone,
there is nothing you can do for them.
Feel no pain for the dead.
For your dead.
He was but a traitor.
I warned you,
I showed you,
and you ignored everything.
A little suffering is good for the soul,
you are one step closer now little flock.

She will hate me over the traitor and the sorrow that has befallen her friend.

They will throw their emotions before logic and remain blind,

they will not see the favor I have done for them.

Ungrateful you are little flock.

I set the snare for you,

your interference would only delay the inevitable and doom your flock.

See now the weight lifted from your shoulders,

no longer is your home dangerous from within.

The child will heal,

she will become strong through this passing,

and all of you will be a little more well prepared for the big day.

Still there is so much to do little flock.

Forseen Events

Troubled times await you.

An enemy of the undead,

a villain in a tux,

a psychopath masked,

the suffering servant,

the clone,

the traitor,

the doll of despair,

An Advocate,

your own Caged ghost.

That is quite the list, little flock.

Are you feeling weary?

The traitor amongst you remains unseen.

How is it you do not see the one who aims to destroy you?

Stone cold is he.

Have you not been watching?

Have you not been reading?

Have you not been listening?

Now I must tell you.

I must show you.

There is a traitor amongst you.

Unseen

Unseen am I to you.

Unseen am I to them.

Are you unseen to me?

Of this you wonder.

Nay it not be so.

I have been watching you all some time now.
Of silence am I; pride praises me so for that.

I have watched as you all bled, the sweat trickling down from your brows.

I have heard every labored breath and seen every quivering limb.

Every prayer you have whispered, all the offerings to your altars of trash.

I have seen, I have listened, I have watched.

Such troubled times you all find yourselves within.

I have some surprising answers to your questions, little flock.

I am the boon within your dilemma.