Notes to our people (Pt. 1)

#RecordOfRagnarok

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This is a poetic letter I wrote in German first. It's a translation, so you don't need to be surprised that it doesn't rhyme :)

To the ones who will never read this:

A dark cloud rolls over us

As rigid as statues and as fine as art.

Piling up as if from nowhere,

out of smoke.

Like a storm, a thunderstorm. Like Rain

It spreads.

Rampant like the plague,

the rats creep in the streets.

Oh, how I wish I could scare them away at once!

The plague it comes, quite unstoppable it seems.

They won't come alone, they come in masses like waves.

Oh, you don't understand the suffering we go through

Here, right now, during my time, there is no hope and nothing to strive for.

He makes us smaller. And smaller and smaller.

The devil, the evil, a mass murderer

The world, the worldly it fades away.

My eyes slowly become heavier, I feel it;

My life is fading away.

The horror, the fear and uncertainty...

Are we next, if so, when will it be?

The longing and loss of our will to live.

Exactly, that's his plan to win.

He plans and schemes, even betraying his friends.

Nothing scares him and he is the one

To end the world.

My friend, my comrade and descendant,

He is the enemy of mankind.

Know his name. Make it known throughout the land:

Call him:

Eren Jäger.

We Marleyans were almost destroyed by him

A nation full of pride and wealth almost disappeared.

One of the people who will survive this thunderous storm.

Won't be me but you, who finds this letter.

The worst years of my life here on this battlefield.

It's still not over, why?

Because he is not dead.

I write this to you, because I am threathend with the same thing

Death. A gift that he'll give us.

Only dead is the one, who does not seize the chance to flee

But the escape, as said, is not clever enough.

Because he is concerned with thoroughness

And not with dismantling.

He rolls like a cloud, dark and rigid,

towards our homes

with a will as clear as glass.

The Storm it comes and flashes so bright.

In my last sentences I say good bye.

I won't live long, for I was a fool.

one thing,

never accept something

whose intention you not know.

Farewell,

A soldier of Marley, weary of battle, surrendered into the arms of fate.