THE PROPHECY

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Half gods rule the world

But soon doom impends

Mortals would become lords

For there's no other mends


Eight blooms around Gaea

No one else compares

When the time makes way here

They'll disembark in a world of snares


No right shall go wrong

And no wrong shall pass

For here they belong

By the wish of the mass

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