Rough

Father is dying. The fruit lay now beneath the mother. Only father's highest naked parts remain free from mother's tears. Many of mother and father's children life now ended beneath mother's unrelenting sorrow.
Many darkness come and end since the band of great fighter we had thought to be the savior, great healers, elder children, sent to us from mother's other father beyond, to save our people and our ever-crying mother from the curse inside our raging father. Freeing us from wrath of raging father. The sent saviors, the great healers, delved deep into the gut of father, destroy the raging wrath within. Many perish. Some survive.
Those surviving healing saviors emerge, though many maimed, and say to us our father's rage is dead. No more will we suffer wraths of father, father will be calm. Now only nourish fruits. No more send burning rage upon his children. No more make mother cry.
Chief of savior healing-fighters survives in state of death, once pale skin now stained bright red of father's rage. Breathe he barely. Live nightmare in head, so says great Shigo, Chief of us.
We children of great all-mother and our father descend deep into father's gut while surviving fighter-healing saviors rest above, healing in our beds, tended by Shigo and me. Before take many shiney stones discovered in depths of father's gut back through the fruits from which they came. Most surviving saviors healed. Less red now, breathing more, screaming much, Chief still live in nightmare, unaware of world outside.
We children of this father drag the immense, now-dead rage of father's gut from father's center and up through maze of father's throat, emerge into light, dragging heavy, now-dead, unwrathful rage behind, so not rot in father's gut. So not sicken our father with evil stench of dead-rage trapped within.
Father's dead rage rests upon our village, hacked to bits, skin removed for reveal meat, meat removed for feast, much dark red wrath spill when harvest skin and meat of father's rage, Shigo tell us save all spilling wrath we can. Shigo say no eat meat of rage until he clean of evil taints. Shigo say, so we do.
Darkness before much celebrate, much feast, much dance. Much rejoice for end of father's rage. Still red but not very, screaming much, Chief of fighting-healer saviors awake. Savior Chief's good, healing heart drenched in father's red dipping wrath. Shigo wash Savior Chief's heart of wrath, no more nightmare, skin barely red, only power remain. So shows Shigo weilding sharp spike, press against flesh, little force, more force, more increase force, more and more. Skin indent, no seperate, no break, no red wrath spill forth. Nothing spill forth.
Savior Chief and Shigo Chief hold much talk through reign of light, stay in Shigo hut all through celebrate of people. Not emerge until next darkness turns to next reign of light, and Savior Chief, lost in deep thought of Shigo's words, lead surviving fighting-healers back to own homes, dragging much shiney rock from father's gut along.