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An Amaranthine Line
Epoch of Unlight
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The curse of The Immortals: the tedium of endless time
A ceaseless march of forced existence, an amaranthine line
With no cessation, no release from eternity
The cursed Immortals create their own mortality
From the depths their lessers arise
Lost and searching for a guiding light
Subservience instilled by their masters
And so they pray
They walk among the mortals, the lords of all creation
With healing hands lay still their sighs, the promise of salvation
The darkest fears of those unbound by the looming prospect of demise
Feed the longing to assuage the skeptics of an afterlife
From the cults of idolatry
Comes a singular supreme deity
Soothsayers foresee a hereafter
For those who pray
One by one, the pillars all shall fall
In exile, reason casts a pall
On whom they prey
A crusade to indoctrinate, to enslave them all
Illusory serpents undulate and bring the rest to thrall
With saviors guiding from above, and evil held below
A numbing stillness propagates, The Immortals make it so
One by one, the pillars all shall fall
In exile, reason casts a pall
On whom they prey
A burial in an ocean of unanswered prayers
As faith still hinges on blind devotion and soothsayers
Heretics seize the widening divide and conquer all seen
And build upon ashes left by a faithless retreat
The whims of The Immortals, a struggle for supremacy
The smashed and scattered remnants of the singular Divinity
Invaders raid the skyward towers, dispatch the savages with cruelty
To spread a plague divine, to rid the world of heresy
From the West the soldiers arrive
The conquered heretics conscribed
Devotion instilled by their captors
To make them pray
Unborn, a world terraformed by the Lords
Lords unite with allegiances sworn
Lords beguile the simple of mind
Lords divine for those of finite time
Time, the sands run low for those of finite time
Forlorn, a world mired in chaos for Lords
Lords balanced on the blades of swords
Lords divide a mortal paradise
Lords decree a mortal demise
Demise, a clarion sounds to bring a mortal demise
One by one, the pillars all shall fall
Unraptured, The Cleansing casts a pall
On those who prayed
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