I was given a great power by the authority of One. It was given, not taken, and not because what I' d done.
The choice was made, it came directly; from the beloved son. The same who died for me long before given to the gun.
To be fully equipped, I believe; was his only word. That was told to me as often as my ears had heard.
For the final days, the end of the world; an ambassador he sent. Me alone, by myself with a sword and leaves of mint.
Why do I tell you this you ask; and why here did I come ? I came to free you from yourself; by the authority of One.
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