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Why were you sent? And by whose hand? Of good or ill, were you the planned

Why did you fade? Why did you shine? Oh, wondrous visitor divine

The scribes proclaimed, the kings different. The crowd was stirred, a restless set

The altars empty, bare and bleak. A storm of freedom, wild and bleak

Then suddenly it came to pass, to dust and blood all things did crash

The ancient tablets shattered, broke. A man of fate, his silence spoke

And proud and bold, vice did arise. And hearts grew cold in evil skies

For power they forgot their land. And brothers turned a traitor's hand

The madmen cried, no freedom's here. And nations lent a willing ear

In their discourse, so cold and deep, good and evil both did sleep