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''The Divine Chronicles are a collection of texts by Mezaya Thousand Eyes. It is a collection of prophecies foretelling the coming of calamities and the new age they herald. Not all verses within the Divine Chronicles is known, although it is likely that each verse describes a different era. Some portions are known, and they have been written below.''<br><br> | ''The Divine Chronicles are a collection of texts by Mezaya Thousand Eyes. It is a collection of prophecies foretelling the coming of calamities and the new age they herald. Not all verses within the Divine Chronicles is known, although it is likely that each verse describes a different era. Some portions are known, and they have been written below.''<br><br> | ||
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The Divine Chronicles are a collection of texts by Mezaya Thousand Eyes. It is a collection of prophecies foretelling the coming of calamities and the new age they herald. Not all verses within the Divine Chronicles is known, although it is likely that each verse describes a different era. Some portions are known, and they have been written below.
Ne'er till astral hopes dim can umbral dreads fear,
waters spout silver swords, skies rain blue spears.
By ancient truths shall Archons carve men of stone,
foe blades chip and shatter, great victories be known.
Seventh Verse
Ne'er till land consumes sun can sea bear moons,
Heavens spew crimson flame, hells seep black dooms.
Stray seeds quicken in ash's gray embrace,
Valiant blades forged under the Twelve's good grace.
Seven waning moons see seven suns rise,
Divine order roils, fallen corpses writhe.
Souls from aether far, strangers from strange lands,