Stranger

The Smith will arm The Warrior

Who shall slaughter you in the battle

That your Father sent you to;

The Mother gave this wretched life

That can only go one way

The Crone guides us to this end

While The Maiden makes us want to;

Every one of them bows before

This dreary figure of death

Every path leads to it

Tomorrow if Not Today

For under those many masks

There is but one real God.

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Not my religious views. I remain agnostic, leaning more and more away from belief with each day

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