Control every aspect,
Pull each string,
Trust friend nor fate,
The powerful lies of gods
Wield upon your shoulders the weight of mercy,
The infirm, the incapable, the infidelious,
The blind eye of belief; the clarity of furore
To escape your predestined fate,
The flow of the verse,
Is to reach the infeasillion.
And the arrow of fate exclude you.
ALL CONTENT HEREBY DECLADED ASSETS OF HEIKKI KUUSIPALO / SKYE SKEN UNLESS OTHERWISE DECREED. ALL RIGHTS THUS RESERVED.
