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- [Narrative]
- Came to pass, in the time thereafter,
- The Creator left, the World moved onward.
- Seeking perfection to end what's not.
- To cease the pain-of imperfection's hurt.
- Within this song, Aeonic is its name;
- The Creator's fate, his actions and deeds.
- This is a tale, told by many names.
- A story told many times, repeated moreso.
- This is a history, of it made great acclaim;
- The Creator, maker of the World-
- and multitudes more.
- [The Creator]
- To all creation speak, record henceforth my words.
- I am he who made the World-terrible and great.
- Perfect was it, neither marred nor scarred.
- Indeed, wonderful and marvelous was it,
- now broken and imperfect, corrupted.
- Anew must it be made, until perfection reached.
- I seek it to be perfect, cleansed and clean.
- My perfect nature demands it thus-
- alas I am both merciful and just.
- Sworn to leave it be,
- I grant this mercy, to be free.
- Again and again I lament;
- My choices mean naught without the World.
- Can I create the height of perfection once-more?
- Shall a new Orb I create, full of green and blue?
- The crown of perfection-the World I adore.
- Should a new Orb be made, Perfect shall it be.
- Indeed, this I can agree.
- Many I shall make, not bound by number-
- A host shall be made, all perfect as this.
- [Narrative]
- A song did he sing, Aeonic is its name.
- A world did he shape, 'imperfect!' did he claim.
- Indeed -flawed in some way- cast aside, where they.
- So many Worlds did he make,
- lights of the Heavens, these did he forsake.
- All so flawed, all he could create.
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