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In the book of prophecies
a great secret
a great conspiracy of the muse
revealed by the suicidal head of the beast of annihalation
someone born by such a name
but what is in a name
that drives himself to madness
cursed to think the worst
not knowing the truth
the world around him knows the truth
for powerful forces reveal the future of the fates to the population iof they fail their 
test
Keep this person alive
Born of this name
cursed with paranoia of conspiracies of long ago times forgotten
\legacies of kings
and grudges of old
guesses and second guesses
the population works to protect the one prophecied
the one they believe will become an easy task to keep safe
but in any world where danger lurks
who knew the person born of this name would seemiongly plan to fail his task of 
surviving himself and the cushion of an easy life around him
to push society to its limits
to earn the stairway to heaven of utopia of the object mankind has been craving
but whom is the one after the prophecied fool
out to fool everyone
who is the man in the middle blindly safe pointing fingers at enemies 
suspiciously whom are not enemies at all?
yet there to serve their purpose to protect the prophecied brave fool
whom may seemingl plan to fail if he is brave
and society just might help him along the way to realise who is he and who he 
isnt without a word spoken
if this prophecied person prophecied to be protected by mankind is senselessly 
brave
will mankind stop the chaos if he falls for the madness himself and goes to battle
the whole world on his side
for it could get messy if mankind fails the test of babysitting this prophecied being
but surely mankind has plans of their own
a crime of the century
a protest
demands for there being proof of such gods
My first middle and last names are songs
as is my birthday
i just keep guessing
bravely living in fear planning to succeed and fail
stirring the pot and milking it
who am i ask
I am but a man
if you cant save me from yourself
and me from myself the future must be doom and gloom
game on
everywhere i go is a crime scene
everyone a suspect
everyone a body guard
the gods love me
and somwhere in this mess mankind plays a role of teaching me not to destroy 
myself
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