the lost pages of the traveller’s christmas journal (part 9)
Greenland
Corruption and conspiracy plague Greenland as during Christmas time mercenaries dressed in heavy chain armour raid unexpected homes.
I didn’t see any Christmas trees here and it was no mystery as to why such green wonders were strangers to homes.
The mercenaries are hired by unknown entities that are believed to have paid the mercenaries unbelievable amounts of funds to carry out their sadistic plans.
The rumour that floats around Peary Land here where the air is too thin to breathe, the riches of riches have too much on their hands and as a form of mercilessness acts of their petty amusement, pay ruthless brutes to film and carry out acts as a result of their own inability and cowardliness.
If Christmas trees where seen from outside, the mercenaries would charge in through the front door and set the tree in flames. The flames are put out and the house saved, but the doors become locked and the deafening silence remains.
I had no way of leaving Greenland for the time being and I was told that I could go seek refuge at the local inn where I could wait out the cold for a better day for safe travels.
However, mercenaries are also here at the local inn and women are slaves to them, or so it seems. The women satisfy the mercenaries in an attempt to poison their beverages. As their breasts creep up to their eyes, the lingering poison is dropped and soon after their hearts stop.
The women here are seen as heroes and gallant warriors for the sacrifices they have to make to bring peace and order back to Greenland.
God bless their souls, as the only monsters in this world are humans and if children are put to bed at night saying there is no such thing, a terrible element of mendacity rusts the souls of innocence.
The treatment of the Greenlandic people is one of sad torment and grief; the evil hordes spend their money on destroying humanity on Christmas where families are together instead of giving to the poor or donating to a wonderful cause.
This entry is too sad to keep, I threw it into the fires of a burning Christmas tree that was about to go out.
(to be continued …)
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