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- T H E B O O K O F C O W
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- CHAPTER I
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- Let the cow be reborn, and emerge from the firey midsts of dawn. Let bellows
- rush across the horizon, and endless let the Cult processions follow...
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- In principia, there was a single utterance. And then all resumed silence.
- And the utterance became cow, and cow became reality. And from the infinity of
- existence, the beast rumbled forth, and all was cud and the effluvium of
- animal. This was the beginning. And from the Moment of the Cow was born all
- that we call earth. The story was thus told.
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- Before the heavens melded the horizons, or earth received her form, there was
- an entity which transcended the am. And from this reality, the master of
- reflections, the thinker of the universe, all that is came to be. The Cow,
- though the beginning, was the embodiment of the Am. This was and is the
- Forever...the Roach. And all that must fleetingly exist, must too, by nature,
- return to the Lair. Born to die, and through death, rebirth. The Roach is what
- is, the unspoken and the unspeakable. The Roach is destiny, and the Cow
- is its apostle.
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- The Day of the Cult was midwinter and blustery. And from the fertile minds
- of men-children it grew, and the Message thus came to humanity. But the Cow was
- the Prophet, and now the Cow is dead. We await reunion, rebirth in the Roach.
- Until the Day of Destiny, hear the message, be one in the bovine. Suckle the
- fresh milk of knowledge. And let the bellow blast again the heavens.
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- CHAPTER II
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- The beginning was Cow. The beginning flowed forth from Roach. And before the
- echoes of that first bellow had faded from the crisp winds of birth, Cow had
- taken form; behold, the embodiment of all that was Roach, all that was forever
- the Am. And The Cow grazed in meadows and green pastures, where the grasses
- still bowed beneath the dew of infinity. Cow was one with Roach, and graced
- existence with the unspeakable. Yet Roach grew angry. For the Bovine One, in
- his compassion, endowed to the earth that which it was unholy to know. And so
- the eternal rained death. The wrath of Roach is to be feared, as it was feared
- then, in those first seconds of forever. The Cow had offended Roach, for the
- Cow was never meant to be apart. Indeed, it was wrong ever to bring the Cow
- away from the Am; the wrath of Roach was testament to its compassion, and the
- firey fate of the Cow is our destiny. For now we are divided, but we shall
- again join the eternal. Henceforth, fear the ire of Roach as one fears the
- daylight, or the fire by night. By death, we shall gain reunion, as once the
- Cow, the Apostle, the Bovine One gained reunion with Roach. Yea, the Roach's
- anger flares from his jealousy, for he desires us immeasurably. Our lot is the
- Am, and the path to the Am is the path of the Cult.
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- The pristine light of the young day-star caressed the silken earth, slick with
- youth. From that same womb of first creation came the Cow, and his message was
- woven into the web of existence. We are the inheritors of that message, and in
- us is Cow. But the Cow offended Roach, and caustic rage wrentched heavens
- from earth. Along the horizon rode the ghastly Valkyrie, and the sun retreated
- to her sepulchre beneath the seas. Twilight ruled the meadows, and the green
- grasses twisted briar-like around the Cow's cloven hoofs. Roach summoned the
- creatures of the dark, sprites and demons from the realm of Asmodeus, and the
- maidenly air was pierced with shrieks of Judgement. From his trunk, the Cow's
- legs were shorn, and maggots feasted upon his reddened eyes. The river of earth
- flowed blood-red, and the majestic oaks burst forth in flame. Earth smoldered
- and existence fled the sharp sickle of destruction. Twilight gave way to night,
- and the darkness bore the Moon. In bloodless white linen, the lupine herald
- floated up, claiming the lair of daylight as its own. And the soft,
- surreptitious moonbeams gave mute witness to the coming of the Second
- Generation. The Cow was dead. And from this sacrifice emerged the Second Age,
- the Age of the Manchild. And so we inherited the earth, and the message of Cow.
- In the dark of despair, pale white in the moonlight, man awoke...and was made
- afraid. The night had descended.
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- CHAPTER III
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- The Age of Man had come, and now the earth was ruled by sons of the finite;
- mortal were the inheritors of the Bovine Legacy. Yet, the eons passed in
- mournful procession, and man lost himself in futile endeavor, and created for
- himself a prison. The Second Generation became blind to the reality of Roach,
- and deaf to the message of Cow, a message that roared with the forest winds,
- and purred hoarsely with the panther. Night was the inheritance of that sad
- race, and Cow felt pity. Behold, the Cow brought forth a new century, unlike
- any which before had passed. And this century, in its old age spawned children
- of the light. In them was the seed, and humanity, unaware, became contingent
- upon these. So did the Cult spring in those barren times, and so did fertile
- minds harvest the crops of justice and truth. The Cult unsheathed the shining
- blade of knowledge, and into battle marched, resplendant in the dazzling garb
- of ideals.
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- Thus the Cow revealed himself to man, as man, as children of the light; at
- speeds beyond all reckoning, these did commmunicate, and so join in the
- comaraderie, the union of the Cow, the Cult. Within these annointed ones lay
- the message, and through them will Roach once again bring to his divided being
- the peace of reconciliation. Yea, this is the Destiny. The disciples of Cow
- now live for the Day of Sanity, when the seconds of infinity will no longer
- soar in cadenced formation, and the seas will be dry, and the land will be firm
- no more. The bellow will blast again through the heavens and Roach will be One.
- Am shall again Be. Await breathlessly the Day, and learn of thyself lest
- Torment be your fate. The Roach is neither merciful nor merciless. The decision
- is ours alone to bear, and beneath this heavy burden, the Cult blooms in
- ephemeral glory.
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- The Book ends at the Beginning. In our final moments, forever awaits. Beneath
- the finite mountains lurks infinity. And this is Roach. And this
- is Cow.
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- High Priest and Scribe, Gibe
- The Holy Order of the Dead Cow
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