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I foresee ages of chaos, |
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But my ordeal has yet just started |
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For these ominous signs, |
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Are bound to plague me |
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Haunt for centuries to come, |
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My healing incantations |
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Are destined for failure |
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My unremitting warnings and threats |
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Will go unheard, such is my curse. |
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Why should it be incumbent upon me |
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To redeem their faults ? |
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You, The one who spurns the past |
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Are now, But worthy to be last. |
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Thy choices are errors; |
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I shall thus abandon thou |
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To thy gloomy fate. |
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I can see the future |
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In the light of the past. |
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I cannot stop this ineluctable doom |
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From raining over the world. |
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Alas, this obnoxious portend |
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Will turn out to be abiding truth. |
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From time immemorial, |
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Man has taken refuge in oblivion. |
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They've exchanged there future for the present enjoyment. |
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Nothing will change, |
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History has set |
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Her implacable march into motion. |
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There'll be no escape. |
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You, The one who spurns the past |
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Are now, But worthy to be last. |
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Thy choices are errors; |
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I shall thus abandon thou |
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To thy gloomy fate. |
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Such is my curse! |
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You, The one who spurns the past |
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Are now, But worthy to be last. |
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Thy choices are errors; |
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I shall thus abandon thou |
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To thy gloomy fate. |
