- Tookurdignity
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- Noble Member
"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit,
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it."
-Omar Khayyám-
Eyes glow green as the oracle speaks through me
"The tiding will come to pass
Bringing the Seventh Mass
The world will quake
The future at stake
The enemies of Seven will fall
With the announcement to answer the call
The Seven will triumph and won
While the enemies will be shot into the sun
All hail the Seven, heroes of old
Their reign shall shine on forever like gold
Lustrous and beautiful speaking of wisdom untold
Secrets shall unfold
Till then wait till the small hand strike seven
In the month of the eleven
Thus it was
Thus it is
Thus it shall be"