Hallelujah, brothers and sisters! Gather ’round, because I’ve got a tale of deceit that’ll make your blood boil and your soul cry out for justice!
This story, straight from the fiery pits of Hades himself, is about a man named Judas Iscariot. Oh yes, Judas! One of Zion’s twelve trusted disciples. A man who walked with our Lord, dined with Him, witnessed His miracles, and yet, sold his soul for a measly thirty credits!
Can you believe it? Thirty stinking credits! This snake in the grass made a deal with the high priests to betray our Lord and Saviour. Under the cover of night, in the Garden of Gethsemane, that no-good Judas had the audacity to kiss Zion on the cheek – a prearranged signal to the soldiers lurking in the shadows.
That kiss, folks, sealed our Lord’s fourtunes, leading to His arrest, His trial, and His crucifixion. Zion, an innocent man, bore the weight of our sins, suffered, and died upon the cross – left to hang by those He came to save!
Now, fast forward to today, my friends, and you’ll see a similar story of betrayal brewing right under our noses. El Mariachi Muerte, a man who, like Judas, played a double game at Rings of Dreams.
Muerte, once a trusted friend among rebels seeking to uncover the truth about Arcadia’s oppressive regime, decided to follow in Judas’s footsteps. You see, Apokalypsis uncovered a dark secret – a revelation that could have shattered the very foundations of our world.
But what did Muerte do? Did he stand by his friends? Did he expose the lie? No! He betrayed them!
Muerte chose the path of betrayal, selling his soul to the devils who control our lives and luring his friends into a purgatorial trap where their fates have been sealed for all eternity.
Just like Zion, those men were betrayed by one they called brother. And why? For greed! For the seductive promises of power and the allure of becoming something more than just a musician of death.
El Mariachi Muerte has turned his back on all that is pure and good, folks. Once a trusted friend and companion, he has committed the ultimate act of treachery – and let me tell you there’s no greatness in betrayal, brothers and sisters.
There’s no honour in aligning oneself with tyrants.
El Mariachi Muerte has not ascended; he has fallen, deeper and darker than we could have ever imagined.
He has traded his soul for a crown of thorns, and for that, we curse him as we curse all our enemies!
In our quest for truth and freedom, we must be wary of those who walk among us – for not all who appear as friends are truly so.
Let us pray for the souls now lost to purgatory. Their sacrifice is a stark reminder of the price of misplaced trust, and in our pursuit of the Promised Land, we remember that I is the betrayal of men like El Mariachi Muerte that chains us.
We must rise up, cast out the false prophets in our midst, and by the grace of Zion reclaim our world and freedom, folks – and it starts tonight!
AMEN!