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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