Before we start, please understand,

The Saviour may come to Thee hence

But cannot cancel these events.

To make the trip, one pays the toll.

The Mystic Art consumes the soul.

Its Master, no kind Fate can save.

It beckons from beyond the grave.

We cannot know the real demands

So, at their powers, dark and light,

We smile, and think they all are white.

And, thus, it's been, since Time began.

So, like the sacrificial lamb,

We never know the inner scam.

The answers are so hard to tell.

They do not try, who know them well.

They only watch, and plot, and reign.

The way is long, and fraught with pain.

The truth about the pacts we've made

Are facts obscured, until they're paid.

The answers, vast and quite unplanned,

At last, we come to understand.

The reasons why are never known.

They're seldom seen. They're rarely shown.

I wonder, with a back that's bowed:

To whom is my allegiance owed.

Before we start, please understand.

Damnation comes at your command.

But cannot cancel these events.

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