Staff Slaves

Though many fail to please their goddesses,

with their souls dying off in the race of eternity.

Some still manage to live on…

They embody the gifts they are given

so perfectly that they become gods themselves,

these men learn secrets

and work hand in hand with fate

and can hardly be identified from normal men.

But their deeds will forever set them apart

As they tarry the fine line

Erasing the embers left by tricksters

Honouring the memory and sacrifice

Of the fallen Babel

Waiting for the final gong to come

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