Once again, I, the Lord of the Fifth Tribe express my distaste at another victim of my wondrous displeasure. It is not you but your thoughts that i now condemn to suffer. The worlds fill with evil as the days grow old and are forgotten but you stand out now as the single most vile being in existence. Punishments are not crafted any longer that will suffice to repay the debt you now owe all that breathe. And what of those that do not, you ask? It is them that you ultimately sinned against. They now live among the ashes for what you once thought wisdom. And they show love to these ashes for they have forgotten any higher comfort. Now fall down before everything that has the existential force in it and plead for your pardon. And may mercy and pity rule their hearts, for without mercy and pity, you may count yourself among the dead. There in the crypts you will not be forgotten peacefully, but linger on, forever in torment.