The Oracle - Forgive Durden

What a tragic mess you fools have made of this

The soil’s filled with vacancy

You’ve spoiled all the crops and seed

This was a birth, a gift

You daftly wasted it

The dust and dirt will stain your fists

You can’t escape your own skin

Every creation is plucked from a boundless hole of perception

Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain

The boy will one day cross the mountains

And reunite this world’s divided halves, fulfill their history

This is more than divine decree, it’s his destiny

So please take heed of this prophecy

Lifetimes from now there will be two chosen, bound to meet

Inside her lock he will turn the key

Their love will be strong enough to erase all the wrong we’ve done

Return us to where we belong, with the Light and Dark as one

One day the strands will mend

All the torn seams and frayed ends will turn to one single thread

The cycle will begin

The choices he made that day, to burn down what he’d helped create

You have made this bed, now you must sleep in it

Every creation is plucked from a boundless hole of perception

Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain

The boy will one day cross the mountains

And reunite this world’s divided halves, fulfill their history

This is more than divine decree, it’s his destiny

So take heed of this prophecy

Lifetimes from now there will be two chosen, bound to meet

In her lock he’ll turn the key

Their true love will be strong enough

To erase the wrong we’ve done, the Dark and Light will become one

Their true love will be strong enough

To erase the wrong we’ve done, the Dark and Light will become one

What a tragic mess you fools have made of this

What a tragic mess you fools have made of this

Time flashed by for the Dark and the Light

The two fragments, recessed, still left unaddressed, stranded in unrest

In the Dark lived two brothers, Adakias, the youngest, and the heir, Pallis

As children, of the lists of myths, their favorite was the narrative

Of Holy The Sea And The Divided Terrene

Adakias would always dream of a destiny to leave, of fulfilling the prophecy

But he was laughed at, fitted with an unfavorable grafted cast

For a foolish dreamer, a romance seeker

The streets frowned, but deep down he screamed out

He knew there was accuracy in the antiquated legacy

Legitimacy to the famed sea, a quiet certainty to his fated fantasies