My Child, It is the time to be awaken,
For thy path hath been chosen.
Child of fate, what do thee hold dear?
Sight of soul imprisoned by fear.
My Child, It is the time to be awaken,
before cornered at the point of no return.
Dreams and honor thee once seek so dearly,
Price of freedom awaiteth thee fiercely.
"I shall prevail, I will not fail". thee said,
But the path in thy sight is concealed by the mist.
Faith unclear.
Despair or freedom?
Inventite,
when the advent souls calm.
Valete Liberi.
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