The prophecy

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Two camps, a haven and a cursed nome,

Send their strongest to New Rome,

As good clashes, evil will unite,

The morning star will end eternal night,

Monsters roam free, along with panic,

To fall at the hands of a Grecian, cold and manic,

Loyalties waver, promises stand,

Blood is filtered into Stygian sand,

The Norse wait for a battle over the Styx,

As Greece, Rome and Egypt finally mix...



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