"I beseech thee, oh Lord!
The title of Head Captain, on the ship of my heart, belongs to You alone,
Tracking down naysayers and reprimanding mutineers, with indefinable love,
I seek thee,
My ship is without leadership, nor crew,
The helm of direction has been lead too many times astray."
"The maelstrom approaches, Head Captain!
The storm is not justified by any means!
Head Captain, what is thy order?
The men are desperate and grow weary of the pouring rain!
We will not last the night without being consumed by the Hurricane of Sin!"
"Such little faith, in one whom you deem your Commandeer. Remember this,
When the Hurricane consumes you,
Fear, not the storm or death that lurks in its shadow,
Cower before He, who gave you the path of salvation, yet mutiny stayed your feet and you were consumed by the temptation of a doubt fired from an enemy ship!"
"But, Mi'lord! What use is this ship compared to the advancements this enemy has made?
His ship is crafted of metal while this is a vessel from the poorest quality of wood and faulty stone!
What use are inferior cannons rusted by doubt and cannonballs of impurest metal, forged from sin?"
"You come before me asking for leadership, yet deny spoken words of truth!
Woe to you for your mutinous ways!
Traitors in my company will be hanged not by the noose of rope, but of hellish fires that will scorch thy neck with burns not discovered by mortal man!
Woe to you for your treason!
You should seek a Captain yet deny his truthful order! Hypocrite!
Stay thy lips, keep the tongue of a serpent in thy mouth, and belay all words spoken from the deceiver, not of me.
So I tell all of thee, this ship will sink, but the Captain will not drown with spies who plot a coup!
Traitors!"
To God, ALL THE HONOR AND GLORY!
-Xegarath