The poor disgust us because they are us, shorn of our illusions. They show us what we'd look like without our fine clothes. How'd we smell without perfume
sin leads us away from the sacred. And only confession can purge sin
To die in the service of the gods would please each and every one of us
The Warrior punishes those who believe themselves beyond the reach of justice. But the Mother shows her mercy to those who kneel before her