Author’s Notes: see end of fic. Why? You’ll see.

Immortal Prayer
By: Lady Dementia

Oh Primus, can you hear us?
We are praying now to you.
There’s no one else who listens
To all that we’ve been through.
Curse our minds for thinking;
Condemn our sparks to shame.
Oh Primus, are you listening?
We are but the same.

Oh Primus, will you hear us?
I thought conquest was bought
With the ashes of my enemies;
Their pain was what I sought,
But curse my mind for thinking;
It condemned my spark to shame.
Oh Primus, please listen to us;
We are all the same.

Oh Primus, where are our victims?
Where are those whom we’ve slain?
Only now do I think to realize
That I’ve never stood to gain.
My cursed mind kept thinking;
Condemning my spark to shame.
Oh Primus, all mortals are victims,
But we are not the same.

Oh Primus, why this difference?
My spark is always drifting;
Death and living slide together,
And I stay here, unshifting.
Time cursed our minds to thinking;
We condemned our sparks to shame.
Oh Primus, hear our prayer:
Let us be the same!

Oh Primus, our lives are over,
Yet somehow we’re alive.
After so long, I am tired;
I don’t want to survive.
Thinking cursed my mind to regret;
Regret, my spark to shame.
Oh Primus, have mercy on murderers
And hear us all the same.

Oh Primus, take away this undeath;
Please hear our humble cry.
We who killed for pain and power
Now beg that we might die.
Our minds are cursed with thinking;
Our sparks condemned to shame.
Oh Primus, grant us the peace of death.
In torment, we’re the same.














 


 

And, yes, the promised Author’s Note: So, who did YOU think was talking? Was it Rampage? Starscream? Some previously unknown immortal? Heh. Actually, it was both crab and jet; you have to look really closely at the punctuation, but there are two people talking. This was inspired from a couple of e-mailed rants from people who said that Rampage had no redeeming features, and I was wondering what would happen if he turned out like Starscream after Depth Charge killed his body. I mean, if you’re unable to die and finally realized what a complete waste of life you were, what would you ask of a deity? And they’re pleading with Primus to be the same as mortals, if that puzzled anybody.

This is really kind of weird…it’s 5 AM, and I’ve had an entire 2-liter of Cherry Pepsi. Normally I’d be hyper and writing insane things that would strain the limits of your tolerance, but this turned out rather solemn…odd…

Anyway, you know you want to email me at dementedangel@hotmail.com  and tell me what you thought, right? Right?