The strands of destiny intertwine’d
All leading to one conclusion inescapable
Our race has had all it needs to see for millennia
Still have we not seen that which is shrouded
Longing for easy answers, longing for platitudes
I spurn your easy answers, I seek instead their inverse
Victory can only belong to they who ask hard questions
Ev’ry rule broken, ev’rything questioned, nothing sacred
Sunset of our kind, yet dawn of our salvation amid the stars

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