You snivelling moron. My Lord, Lazarus, will someday crush your

pathetic \"Lord\". He is the enemy you speak of and i promise you,

my deluded friend, that when he strikes down your false savior

and his tosser of a father, your kind will know the true meaning

of pain.

I truly look forward to the final conflict, for my Lord has promised

me that I will be first in line to take advantage of the bounty

offered by that slut, Mary.

Written by my hand on the 3rd of Springflower, in the year 952.