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I see the rise of gods of new.
Heart and Hope in allies imbue
their power within ev’ry chest.
On Space and Time the world will rest.
Out in the world is Light and Breath,
and each will show an old god death.
Last of all are of Void and Life
who manage the rest, soothe the strife.
Lesser gods will join the others.
Rage and Blood will love each other.
Doom will spell out timely endings.
And Mind, among humans rending,
will weed out lies, and justice serve
smelling one gets what one deserves.
Then are those who reflect the great,
each great aspect in minor state.
To becoming gods, each must strive,
overcoming hurt, pain, and pride.
Of their true natures they must learn
if they all wish to claim their turn
To have the world as their domain
and bind their enemy in chain.
Leaders will rise and old will fall
for their one chance to rule it all.
Old gods, stubborn, will want to rule,
but ultimately will fall fool
to a new evil, greater still,
who wishes the whole world to kill.
A hand, a globe; bright green, bleach white
Possessing of almighty sight
A villain sleeps — gods unaware —
Prepared to strike and rend and tear.
The old must join hands with the young —
no matter what, their era done —
if they will wish to live to see
how the next era comes to be.
- Prophecy delivered by the Seer of Blood, cerca 2013