Page 1, A poem of the overlord of time, the defiler of life and death, an anti-God so to speak

The Grand Master of Time

Known as the Grand Master
The creator of time
He alone determines our fate
For he stands the one who Death faithfully serves
The orchestrator
The Overlord
Incarnate

Watching on from up high
Amused by those he picked to die
He baits us
Trips us up to fall
No mercy has he
For our desperate plea
To live on
To prosper
Survive

We play out the game
Ignorant of his rules
Unaware of the grand master plan
We just live to survive
Brainwashed by the lies
Of a saviour that never occurred




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