Here is a short prayer to our Grandfather.


Grandfather, grandfather I am in pain,
Please take it away.
Father, father don't let me leave,
Let me be by your side till you get sick of me.
And if in time, I will have to go,

Remember your son as he loved you so,
More and more with each passing moment.
Do he had to go, he will always keep your memory in his rotting flesh.

Let grubs and worms feed of my corpse,
Let them find you and embrace your sores poxes and boils,
Let us be forever together.

Glory to you Grandfather Nurgle, lord of all \o/

How can you expect to be permitted entry into the great garden when you deny the Lord of All his just tribute?
Repent your futile attempts that take the form of worship upon falsehood or heresy! Then you too can call upon the Father to accept you as one of his children. You too can know the bliss of being embraced by his will.
In the embrace of the great Grandfather, I am no longer afraid, for with His pestilential favour I have become that which I once most feared: Death. He is the answer to all question, the joy in all things. Why do you deny him?

Oh how simply pleased our master will be to have as sweet a thing as you among us! We will be as beloved brothers sharing songs carried on scorching, velvet fever breath. Filling oceans with the weeping of our sores. It will be simply grand, oh you can't say no you just can't!

But if you do:
-I shall reap a terrible bounty from the death that I sow in your name, Father!