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Listen to what we know is a sacred message
Sent from the echoes of destiny
Surely you barely heard it, but now, listen…

"My Past was once Earth
Land of belonging, land of selfish pride
Land of ancestors, of suffering and perseverance
Rubble now solidified in the bricks
Of the fragile foundation that is myself
That I perceived miserable and pathetic
Although proclaimed by the prophecy
Being the cornerstone of destiny

My Present is Water
Essence of the blood that I spit on these verses
Essence of the blood that was and will be shed
Source of the tears that flow down my face
My present, like Water, is infused by contradiction
Vessel of life, nourishing the thirst for truth and power
Though drowning hopes and aspirations

My Future will be Fire
That spark that shines in my eyes
Will feed the cleansing pyre
That will consume the empirical wrongness
I will be the puppet with the flamboyant strings
The instrument of destiny, an imposed necessity

My Whole is Wind
That I inspire and project with vigor
Beyond the horizons
Transporting a doomed message
That only some enlightened spirits
Will grasp and fear"

For she must close the book of existence
From darkness to the edge of creation