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Faith Preached by His son, brought forth by the twelve His children hunted, their blood marked the dust Their faith did not linger, their heads raised to the sky... Tides changed, Ages passed Now the Book remains closed, no longer is the blood being repaid Forgotten are His words, His son no more but a tale... As moon and sun pass by, their ends draw near Fear fills their hearts, not knowing what to come Seeking a hole, seeking an escape from the maze. They seek redemption To who do they turn? |