Destiny
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 Without the victim's piercing stare,
 The priests would never even dare,
 To preach their sacred prophecy,
 Simple mastery of conspiracy.

 The night of cold, was long forsaken,
 From his sleep and dreams was taken,
 His security and all his pride,
 A person's faith is set beside.
 
 The hooded man to raise his hand,
 To show every person in the land,
 The silver blade which none can flee,
 Death by rite, death unto he.

 His wife and child can do but none,
 He has been chosen, he is the one,
 Only the chosen priests can see,
 The Gods are gone, but they can be.

 In a momment his life will be gone,
 All eyes do his body, rest upon,
 His final Destiny will satisfy,
 Until once again, they need a lie.

        [Onslaught é 6.19.93]