28.10.2024
These early trials are not a game Of some great God whose evil will Allows distortion of his name And lets the blood of ages fill The land we hold so sacred here In the epiphany to come. Will humanity disappear And only the few who are the sum Of truth and love and faith survive, Transformed, and to the goal arrive.
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