Yametha on 22/2/2006 at 02:34
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When I was very young, Karras took me away from the foundry-mother and said “Thou art the child of my endeavours, follow me and thou shalt inherit the earth”.
I detest the tongue, and abhor the lips, for lips and tongue can twist truth into lies. I am a child of Karras and no lips or tongue have I.
Oh Builder fuel me for Karras hath bid me serve him, and I have yet a long way to go.
I was conceived by Karras and suckled at the bosom of the foundry-mother, I am the chosen one, revere me.
A child of flesh is loathsome and ill-tempered, but fret thee not for Karras hath forged a child of metal that is constant and true. I am that child.
Karras is the mouthpiece of the Builder, his word is truth, his voice is blessed song.
I am thy servant Karras, command me and I will obey.
Sweet mother, flaming foundry, thou hast formed me and I will return to thee one day. Until then I am my father’s child, a child of Karras, he beckons unto me.
Hail to the Master Builder, I am his emissary here on earth. Forged in His image by Karras I will make the path clear for Him.
The flesh is imperfect, it is unclean, it putrefies, but I am forged in the Builder’s image, without flesh.
Blessed are the children of Karras for they are the chosen ones, they alone will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who have boilers for they carry with them the purifying flame and were made in the Builder’s own image.
Blessed are the forged ones for they know no fear, and are fuelled by Karras.
I await the day that Karras will reveal his plan is full, great will be that day, all his children will rejoice and live in paradise. The Builder will join us on that day and He will weep tears of joy when He sees the shining purity that Karras has made.
I am the child of Karras and his willing servant. I am clean of form and pure in spirit. I will inherit the earth.
I give thanks for my eyes, they can seek out evil and keep me from harm’s way. I give thanks to Karras for it is by his will alone that I see.
If thou art mine enemy, fear thou my power for it is granted me by Karras that I may smite all within the scope of mine eye.
The word of Karras compels me, it is by his will alone that I exist.
Karras hath forged me perfectly, I am the holy vessel that pleases the Builder. Praise Karras.
I worship thee, Oh Karras, I will vanquish thy enemies. I will tear thy foes into pieces. I long for the battle to begin.
Fire is the Builder’s purification. Blessed are those who are born of the fire. The flesh is sinful, woe to those who are born of it.
Blessed are the welded, for they will know the Builder’s love – the Builder’s love – blessed are the welded.
Blessed are the metal ones for they are born of fire and they alone are sinless.
I give thanks for my ears, yea though the signs of evil do oft visit them. They are Karras’ gift unto me and I thank him with my unending services.
The Builder’s fire fuels me, I am forged in His image, thanks be to Karras – thanks be to Karras.
We are the children of Karras. It is to him that we turn in times of trouble and confusion. We are thankful for his wisdom.
I give thanks for my legs, for they propel me on the course that Karras has chosen for me. Blessed be his name.
Oh father, great Karras, thou art the ruler of my will, command me.
