A Book of Sorrow
What is this violent ritual? These tales of suffering, where all ends in a feast of maggots and rot laid on a wormwood table for gods to feast on misery? But is not the Light also served by savage sacrifice? Accepted wounds? Blood spilled on the dust of distant worlds? Life and death and life and death and life and death are locked in a battle that never ends. The cycle is the same. The pain is the same. We eliminate those who oppose the Light. They annihilate those who do not worship the Dark. In the end, only sorrow remains.