Faith In Lock Up

In Damien Wolfe, Promo by Damien Wolfe

As I sit here sharing a holding cell with Arcadia’s oldest fucking child. 

Awaiting whatever fate the Arcadian judicial system has for me. 

I’m reminded that most turn to religion and worship when they hear those bars slam home.  

I’ve seen many a jailhouse preacher create a congregation, legions of inmates serving the needs of their flock

While they all believe enduring pain for the other followers is bringing them closer to freedom, even as the walls close in. 

While the preachers will occasionally take a beating from the guards martyring themselves to inspire their masses.  

All the while the parishioners become nothing but slaves to the cause, their preachers don’t even realize they’re playing themselves keeping their congregation contently subserviant. 

As a docile heard is easier for the wolves to pick apart.        

They’re not just in here either but out there in Arcadia too, there’s a wise Teacher who’s been preaching the same values. 

He wants Arcadians to believe that through service to the whole they can find freedom

Preaching to the lower levels that if they endure the pain and humility of service that they’ll be motivated to escape. 

They’ll be able to rise up and eat the rich, as it were.  

Not realizing, through his beautifully misguided sermons The Watcher simply leads a flock of servants into bondage. 

Cogs to be consumed in the machine that is Zeus’s Arcadia. 

How do I know?  

How am I so acquainted with these teachings?  

Grimskull, I’ve lived what you’d call a life of servitude

I’ve literally practiced what you preach and what has it gotten me?  

A fucking jail cell watching Felix goddamn Foley take a shit. 

Now, I serve only myself from here on out… 

And I will prove to everyone, my way is the only way forward. 

Starting with you, Preacher

What you evangelize is nothing but hollow fucking platitudes. 

I will strip you of your vestments. 

Pull back the curtains and show all of Arcadia the only ones they should be serving are themselves… 

And while you sit exposed as a false prophet who leads his fellowship into a world of self-imposed slavery

I will take your message and use it to bludgeon you spiritually until all that remains is not a preacher but a man begging to confess his deepest darkest sins as I stare into the parts of his soul long forgotten… 

This week I will go from being Conservator to Confessor… 

And my holy crusade will be to take everything from you… 

The flock you shepherd, scattered to the winds… 

The papers you preach from burned on my eternal pyre nothing more ash for your bowl… 

Your championship reign, the only part of you to ever be martyred

Because the thing you don’t realize, oh great Teacher, is that you’re serving a very important purpose to Zeus himself… 

It’s the reason your path is doomed to failure… 

Why he’ll never make you the martyr you want to be…    

You’re the machine that makes the cogs, and he thanks you, sincerely. 

Verily, Verily, I say unto you… 

I am about to expose your self-defeating prophecy… 

Nothing personal.