He was despised and was avoided by men, a man meant for pains and for
having aquaintance with sickness. And there was as if the concealing of
one's face from us. He was despised and we held him as of no account.
Truly our sicknesses were what he himself carried, and as for our pains
he bore them. But we ourselves accounted him as plagued, stricken, and
afflicted. But he was being pierced for our transgression, he was being
crushed for our errors. The chastisement meant for our peace was upon
him, and because of his wounds there has been a healing for us.
He was hard pressed, and he was letting himself be afflicted, yet he
would not open his mouth.He was being brought just like a sheep to the
slaughtering, and like a ewe that before her shearers has become mute,
he would not open his mouth.
Because of restraint and of judgment he was taken away, and who will
concern himself even with the details of his generation? For he was
severed from the land of the living ones.
Because of the transgressions of our world as a whole he had taken the
stroke. And he will make his burial place even with the wicked ones, and
with the rich class in his death.
Despite the fact that he had done no violence and there was no deception
in his mouth. We took delight in crushing him, we made him sick. For he
died so that you who wish may follow his path, but those who do not may
make Our opression known.
Forever in Darkness, Aetolia. Forever without Lanos. Forever without
Truth.
Maltik Amaratha, Scholar of the Occult

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Lleian, in the year 149 MA.