Centuries will pass, years and ages go by, Through the flow of bloody rivers, oh my! A day will come, with the dawn's radiant light, A mother will give birth, bringing forth the sight.
Those destined to be saved shall find their way, Society in the people will mature and sway, The earth's power within them will respond, Preserving balance in nature, a bond beyond.
But in the era of great transformation, As if fate's dark lottery in anticipation, A sacrificial exchange among brethren will ensue, And tears will flood, an uncontrollable brew.
Only those unaware of history's profound call, The future may surprise, catching them in thrall, What the ancestors' voices had always foreseen, Descendants will comprehend, as reality convenes.
Darkness shall befall any mortal soul, No more shall the moon's light console, Only the chosen, the lord of light, Can quell this darkness, restoring what's right.
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