|He wields in hand a fiery brand, a bloodstained golden sword..|
ProphecyAs unbroken as ancient shining majesty,Prophecy by fuzakeru-oh
listless Wakers wait sans all known sympathy...
Softness, as warm as the sun
turns lightning to diamonds
and heartache to love.
left all but unsaid-
As left thus by thee-
could end us with no will to fly!
Break down lost hope
and forge now.
Hold close pathos and forget not empathy-
lest awakened from pleasant world-born dreams you'll be.
Greatness and victory await even those-
Fail not the will of life, or that of repose!
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