Wyatt, it really is a shame this thing gone down the road it done.  Seems to me, with just a few differnt decisions here ‘n’ there, we mighta’ been on the same page ‘bouta lotta’ things.  Problem is, I don’t do business with cowards, Wyatt.  I hear you spent some time inside too, and I tell ya’, boy, when I look at you…When I look in them eyes’a yours…Alls I see is a scared little boy.  How many of them boys inside took advantage of poor little Wyatt?  How many of them big black men made poor Wyatt beg to keep his tuna can and his little brown asshole to himself? 

I bet it was a lot of ‘em.  I smell it on you when I’m close, Wyatt.  The violated got that scent that stays no matter what they do to get rid of it.  There’s a way to get rid of that smell, though…and even though you done pissed me off, I figure I’ll help ya’ out with that on Monday.  See Wyatt, The Rot gets rid of all that.  That’s the beauty of it all.  All that shame, vulnerability…Hell, even the guilt you feel for lettin’ yourself get gobbled up by them big ol’ black fellas all goes away when The Rot sets in.

I’m gonna’ give you to The Rot, Wyatt. 

I can do that, because as of you showin’ your true colors to me, I own you, boy.  I own you and I can give you to who or what I please. 

Your true colors.  Heh…You do all this jabberin’ on and on and on about that White Pride bullshit, but you as yella’ as they come.

You know that, too.  You know that and you know that I know that, and that makes you more afraid of me than you ever was before, and you already was pretty afraid.

You don’t have to be, though.  Naw, boy…Amos gonna’ take good care of you.  See ‘cause I ain’t just The Lord of the Rot walkin’ this Earth, Wyatt…I’m also The Lord of the Resurrection.  I promise you, Wyatt, after The Rot takes you, I’ll pull you up and out of it and we can make somethin’ better out of you.  Somethin’ that ain’t had some big black cock rammed in it…Somethin’ that ain’t quite so yella’.

Somethin’ that don’t piss itself when it sees a god, but instead asks what it can do to be on the same level.

You try and hide what you is, but Amos sees through pretenders.  It don’t matter who you beat before, what you done here and there, how many times you done lost to leeches in this place…None of that matters, Wyatt.  You comin’ up on a man that is greater than you all.  The Almighty granted me this superiority and I’m gonna’ be showin’ you just how much better I am on Monday.

That goes for you to, Linguist.  I ain’t gonna’ sit here and pretend that you ain’t smarter than ol’ Amos or you ain’t more well-read.  I know who and what I is.  But what I lack in book-smarts, boy, I make up for in divinity. 

What you both don’t seem to realize is that you both sheep.  You walk ‘round here, Wyatt, blinded by your own beliefs when the Truth is right in front of you.  The Almighty can take you and make you new, boy, but you too prideful.   You think you bigger than you is.

Just like Wyatt, Linguist, you think you higher than you is.  You think them smarts is gonna’ protect you somehow.  You think them big ol’ brains gone keep you safe, but what you don’t understand, boy…What both you boys don’t understand is The Rot comes for all.  Big, strong, smart, quick, fat, brave, cowardly…

The Rot takes them all.

The Rot is no respecter of men.

I’m the Lord of the Rot…I’m a wolf and you both little sheeps tryin’ to howl.  You both backed into the damn corner, boys.  That fence ain’t budgin’ and the wolf is startin’ to slobber all over that fluffy wool you boys got.  You gone gimme’ your tasty meats, sheep.  You gone get gobbled up.  Every man thinks they somebody big ‘til somebody bigger stands over ‘em.

You boys listenin’?

Don’t feel bad, boys…Ain’t like it coulda’ been avoided.  You boys just sped up the process.  See, The Rot wasn’t gonna’ come get you just yet, but this is what you wanted.  This is what you boys asked for, so it’s what you gonna’ get.  You coulda’ postponed it, though.

Papa Eli been tryin’ to tell you all…He been tryin’ to warn you all, but you all gonna’ fall just like The Black Circle did, just like Shane , Etched, and The Administrator did.  You don’t heed the words of The Almighty, The Almighty gonna’ send his warriors out to take you down.

This ain’t about no belt, boys.  This is about mortality.  You hearin’ me?  YOU HEARIN’ ME!? 

Papa Eli been tellin’ ya’ll ‘bout the end comin’, and for some here it already done passed.  Monday’s the end for you two.  It’s gonna’ be a damn painful one, too.  You both getting’ handed over to The Rot, but not before I enjoy myself in that ring.

Wyatt, I ain’t sayin’ I’m gonna’ manhandle you quite like them colored boys you used to, but I am gonna’ make you hurt.  I’m gonna’ make botha’ you hurt.  Loppin’ off somebody’s head ain’t enough to get the message across to some of you, apparently.  The message is The Congregation ain’t about to sit back any longer! 

The Congregation ain’t gonna’ be takin’ shit.  Unnerstand?

You jump the family like cowards or try to act like you better than one of us…You gonna’ be dealt with by one of us. 

You gonna’ get gobbled up by the wolf, boys. 

ARRROOOOOOOOO!!!  AH!  AH!  AAAAAAARRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Heh…heh heh heh…

I can taste them sweet, sweet, stringy meats already.

2-1-0
John Austin
The Company
The Black Circle