The Church

I heard the roar outside the door of this elaborate chapel.

The words did scream as my ears did bleed for what was said could not justify the return of the undead.

We were to feast upon his his meat, as we praised the qualities of his innate imperialities.

He provided two paths to chose, to be a vulture or an obedient subject.

The tunnel grew narrower as the halls became more ornate.

I was blessed or cursed depending on my choice of fate.