Prophecies

Hear the words of the fool There be no reward Nor consequence whatever For every action taken Sons and daughters of Lamurudu Hearken not to the fool For when you put forth your hand It resides no longer where it was E fi eti sile o You do not throw a stone at the lion And walk a free man Give ear to the amaranthine wisdom An uneding cyle of hatred Evil births Yet, a raging inferno of love Good births. E fi eti sile o