The Sufferer Shall Suffer No More.By the hand of the grander bloods was He strung on the cliffside.Four phases of the thirteenth lunar perigee hath passed on this day,and this day was to be His last. As fate calleth upon His unfruitfulcause, He is stretched barren across the rocks for all to see,stripped bare of any modest dignity.And they did beat Him to weakness; jagged rocks they did throw,falling upon his bruised and sore body by the dozen."Hark!-" He called, voice ringing across the throes of highbloods,craving a fill for their bloodlust-ridden souls. "Dost thou see whatthou hath become? Such crazed fools thou art, behaviour not fit foreven filthy hou