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2/5/2016 2:53:25 PM
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Doetry (Destiny Poetry)
[b]Future War Cult
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[i]Shhh…
I hear murmurings.
Scrawlings of celestial mysteries,
Dotting the abundance of the unknown;
Prevalent…
Everywhere…
Yet nowhere.
No answer in sight,
No time to explain.
But for certain, the enigmatic future
Will summon forth one constant,
One phenomenon that binds all others…
WAR.
And we as its Zealots;
Occultists to the secrets of the stars.
Will welcome the Future War with open arms.
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Destiny is fun. I play it sometimes for fun. When I do, it's fun.
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[b]A New Testimony [/b] [i]As a child I remember reading one day The ancient poem: “Nothing Gold Can Stay” And I reminisce of those history pages; In the glories of our Golden Ages. Well that was then, and this now, Or so the Cryptarchs preach. Their knowledge like a sacred cow Revered, yet out of reach. But there is a voice Of genuine passion, that beckons to us all. Bestowing Guardians a new choice An answer to their call: Together the City will unite Both Guardians young and old To salvage, support, and to fight Our tenets; true and bold. So cast out the fear and the doubt Caused by the Dark anarchy And put your faith in the Light redoubt Formed by New Monarchy[/i]
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2 Replies[b]“The City is Dead” ~ Arach Jalaal[/b] [i]The City is dead. But yet a means to a beginning. The others squander, With attempts at resurrection, Or petty secrets. But we are Astro-Mercenaries. We see a purpose in the Death. A light in the Darkness. We deny Ourselves passage On the back of a decrepit God; Cowering in the remnants of its dying light. We take hold of Our own destiny. Rather than reliving the glories Of days of future passed, We tear down these monuments to our sins And turn their “Golden” artifacts Into the cosmic fleet of a new Orbit. A Dead Orbit.[/i]
