Weaving...Swinging Yet still, unfolding A tapestry, of time Weaved by the famed Dragon kind The ancient supreme serpentine mind Mastering the art of altering time Where each thread, marks an era In the making of space and time Thread by thread ! Knot by knot ! While feeble species , dormant lie In their slumber, ages go by When should they awaken? When should they rise? The prophecies Tell of the wake of a king Who would gift freedom to his kin Eternity In dreamless sleep Awaiting , the coming of their king Degeneracy, of the weak infant stock Which breed on the footsteps of your throne The Conqueror! Rebuke me in thy wrath Should I fail in my deeds... Infirmity! Spreading as a plague yet unredeemed Contaminating the worlds beyond The destroyer! Tear apart the tapestry For it is only salvation I am , the Salvation Your only remedy... Eternal damnation I, the Wrymweaver...
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