Scalled/Dialogues

• Laird. Your grace. It was a shadow in the sky. But I- I ain't rightly sure.
• 'm sorry, your grace, I'm sorry, I'm...
• Purify. Please. Please.
• We will eat of his flesh and be cured. Say it. Say it with me. We will eat of his flesh and be cured.
• You ain't hurt none. Not in your soul. You an me gonna walk on Jordan, ain't we?
• We will eat of his flesh. And be cured. And. We will eat of his flesh.
• We'll eat his flesh. We'll eat his flesh and drink his blood. We'll be cured.
• The crucified lamb.
• You are forsaken.
• The grave is open.
• Trust in God.
• Your sacred blood!
• The cleansing red rain!
• Make us clean!
• Purifying Messiah!
• Rejoice in creation!
• Our praises be.
• Beauty to rend the mind!
• Reflect me in silvered glass!
• ... He is come! Our Messiah. Oh, praise Knoth....
• Praise you.
• We're ready for your glory.
• Plant the seed, grow the fruit.
• Descend to rise.
• The earth wants you.
• Salvation's grave.
• The cross waits!
• Yours is the way of suffering!
• We've prepared the way for you.
• You will be the king of the scalled.
• Take our sickness. Take our sins.
• Scalled Messiah. Blessed of flesh.
• Our Christ!
• Vessel of the cleansing!
• Hallelujah, Christ is come.
• This way, Lord.
• Off the cross, in the grave.
• Blessed nailed buried eaten. Blessed nailed buried eaten. Blessed nailed buried eaten. Blessed nailed buried eaten.
• ... Sepulcher... sepulcher... sepulcher... sepulcher...
• Prove the flesh in earth.
• Sick no more. Sick no more.
• Blood to clean my blood.
• Purge this sin from my wounds.
• I've gathered my filth for you, Lord!
• Suck these wounds clean!
• He has fallen among us.
• Tell us your Gospel, lord. We been waiting.
• He is come. Praise God and Knoth he is come at last.
• Let us see if God saves him.
• Blood cleaned in earth.
• Will you rise again?
• You were supposed to die on that cross.
• To Golgotha.
• Sick Jesus is real!
• We're ready for you.
• Purify. Please. Please.
• Cross meat.
• Admit your death.
• Walking death miracle.
• Fruit of the thorn tree.
• Our suffering is your church.
• Through you I live again.
• We die for you. You die for us. We die for you. You die for us.
• They'll string you on the cross for me.
• Your suffering is our redemption.
• They hung you on the cross for me.
• I was lost and you died for me.
• Thank you, Lord. Bless your holy blood.
• Beloved of God.
• Blood of Christ.
• Clean feculent sin.
• Lamb of the weeping sores.
• Light of my wounds.
• Forgive my lust. Fuck me clean.
• Bury you.
• Entomb the flesh eat the flesh heal the flesh.
• In the hole. Down. Down!
• Murder Christ medicine. Heal me.
• Suff'ring. Shame.
• For us lost sinners.
• Stain the old cross with pure blood.
• Wondrous beauty.
• Sanctify. Divine blood. Sanctify me.
• I am healed, praise sick Jesus! I am healed!
• He is risen!
• We're saved.
• I been made whole by the blood!
• Feast and be cured!
• The perfect flesh walks!
• Feed me, Lord, and make me whole.
• Ah!... Thank you! thank you! Praise God!
• Oh praise God.
• ... The Messiah is real! Eat of his flesh and be saved!...
• Heal me, Lord. Let me partake of your perfect flesh.
• It was all true. We're saved.
• Praise God and his Prophet Knoth!
• God is good. God is good.
• But... But His perfect flesh...
• He's here! Our Messiah!
• Get him clear of there. Open it up...
• Come on. We got you...
• Praise God and his Prophet Knoth!
• Praises to him.
• Laird! Your Grace, Laird, we found him! He's here!
• Vessel of the cleansing blood...
• Jesus... Jesus, come on now...
• Messiah. Messiah.
• ... Sick Jesus, sick Jesus, sick Jesus. Get us clean. Oh...
• ... Save us, save us. Make us whole. Heal us from our sins...
• But... But His perfect flesh...
• Thank you, Lord. Thank you, Knoth. Thank you.
• Here, here.
• I'm sorry, Lord.
• Laird?
• ... He is rising! The Messiah rises!
• Holy god.
• And behold: the veil of the temple is rent in twain from top to bottom, and the earth quakes, and rocks shatter.
• And the graves are opened. The bodies of the dead saints will rise...
• He is on the path of glorious suffering, bound for the sepulcher.
• Let me help you along.
• I will minister to you, Lord.
• Yield the ghost.
• Truly, this is the son of God.
• The feast grave. We will be cured.
• I have died and now live only by the Messiah.
• My life.
• Blessed lamb.
• Be ready for the tomb.
• The Scalled Christ has fled his cross!
• Ready the tomb! Our Messiah has fallen at last!
• Laird! Hegemon! Somebody find Laird!
• Our Messiah is fallen!
• Laird! Laird! Oh god. Oh god.
• I never doubted. I never wavered. Where... Laird!
• The cross is empty. The cross is empty! God in Heaven.
• This darkness, these hours of darkness.
• Our Messiah now seeks the tomb and our salvation.
• Ah... Ah... Ah... This can be our little secret....
• ... Quietly, Messiah...
• Make me whole.
• Shhh, shhh, just a nibble.
• Aggh... Raah, aah... Feed me, heal me.
• Your sacred blood, our secret... please...
• I'll be quiet. You'll barely feel it. Just... Hmm...
• Messiah. The miracle... The Host is ready.
• Laird. Laird! The Messiah is ripe!
• ... Laird! Sir. Hegemon. The Messiah has risen from the tomb.
• He is ripe to be ate. Laird. Laird? We're saved.
• I'm sorry, Hegemon. I'm... the Messiah is risen.
• You must minister him to us. We hunger for...
• Hello? Somebody out there?
• You stay away from that fence. You hear me?
• ah... Son of a bitch.
• Y'all know better than to try to get through this. Our sins is more catching than most,
• And we gotta keep em ours 'till God sends us a healing.
• Hmm... All right then...
• Heavenly God, is that you?
• You're supposed to die.
• Bleed, Messiah.
• ... Sorry, your Grace, sorry!
• Laird. Laird, your Grace...
• I'm sorry Hegemon! To you both! To you both, I didn't...
• I only wanted to leave this gospel wrote out so careful and maybe be rewarded with strong eucharist.
• I just- I just, I'll go. I'll go. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
• I... ask. Forgiveness. For...
• Ah... Fuck you, world...
• ... You're a pretty little lilly. So soft. So clean...
• ... Our guest. Bleed with us. Bleed with us.
• He will... He will descend on a cloud of locusts. To cure us our ills. The penitent scalled.
• He will descend. For our dominion.
• Scalled Christ. Our Christ. Please, God. Please.
• Let him be arrived. He will descend.
• Also the men, leaving the natural use of a woman.
• They received in themselves that recompense of their error. Vile affections.
• For their women did change their natural use into that which is against nature.
• You've dishonored your own body. Your foolish heart is darkened.
• Hmmm. Look what the cat drug in.
• I need salve. My sores are weeping.
• Help me. You gonna help me.
• You're so smooth.
• You smell like mother's milk.
• Cure me.
• Please!
• You knew the judgment of God, and they which commit such things are worthy of death...
• To not only to do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them.
• Covenant breakers, without natural affection. Implacable. Unmerciful.
• God is incorruptible.
• This is a mercy.
• Be my brother. Burn clean.
• khhh... Cleanliness... Cleanliness is next to godliness. Like... Like ISRAEL is next PALESTINE. Agh...
• Agh... Burns. Just means it's coming clean.
• Ah- You all right. You all right. T'aint much of your stomach in it.
• You're as the rock of rephidim, this is a font tapped by God, not by any will of yours.
• This is your confession in the way of flesh. Let it pour forth.
• You have anointed me in your penance.
• And the prayers of the faith will save the sick.
• This all is the work of God.
• Let it out. Go on. There's peace on the other side.
• Who are you? Why ain't you afflicted?
• Eighty-three. Eighty-four. There. Slow strokes.
• Lovely. So lovely.
• Eighty five. Eighty six.
• Those jealous whores.
• Eighty seven. Eighty-eight. Lovely.
• I have been penitent. Please. Cure me. I am. I am penitent, I am. Please, Lord.
• Jesus, give me strength.
• His will be done.
• I'm trying, Lord.
• I will turn unto thee. Turn thou unto us, and we shall be turned.
• Even the innocence of a child will not turn my blade.
• These were the words of lamentation.
• We will be angels.
• We did not intend a mockery of your will.
• The publicans think of a ghost as a puddle. But man's spirit is a river of his life.
• I became the chorus of screams in the movement of the wheels.