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- The Creation of the Existence -
As Told by Maia
As do every story contain,
Their beginnings pertain,
To the tell of one existing source,
To another until nothing is left of resource.
But how is thy story forged?
Who or what made it so?
From the day We were spawned,
To the day We become one,
With the Essence of Existence,
Only to be sow in a different cloth.
Over and over until one’s soul takes a toll,
Placed in a jar,
Never to be part of the Grand Roll.
What would happen to that soul?
That soul would be used for another stroll,
In a different fabrication.
There are many things You cannot grasp,
No matter how much is Your yearn.
For knowledge that cannot be discern,
Woe comes if Your course is done just.
Then something worse than Death leaps must.
Vengeance is named upon the Existence’s clasp.
Truths are what causes things to be fragile, My child.
One told can lead to events unforeseen.
What You ask for is unforeseen.
No matter our prowess.
All creations are subjected to its caress.
You are not the exception.
None of Us are the exception.
For what has been done,
Must be set in due time.
Have You been benignant or malevolent?
All is set in due time.
What have You done to make Your Existence worthwhile?
All is set in due time.
In due time, until Time is no more.
Until the Existence is no more.
Without Life.
Without Truth.
Without Time.
Without Everything and Nothing.
This is something that cannot be stopped,
No matter how much you postpone the Ending.
Thus, shall happen in one way or another,
But how?
That part seems to be remaining.
For a story that has to have an Ultimate Ending.
You are the key, Ambrosius.
So is Your Tether of Light.
Now bind in love,
For the past was bound in hate.
This Plague shall be over.
In due time.