Prophecy of the Possessed: Finale
You can't release! I'm too far in! Keep your hate! Keep your sin! My goal is so close! I cannot
fail! My power is weak! My form is so frail! The darkness assumes direct control! Of hated
lives, of darkened souls! Keep me mortal! Cling to strength! Give out your hand! There's not
much length, between the power you seek! Your actions fail! You are so weak! This void
that takes me back to Hell, will bring you too! In home you'll dwell...
Foolish demon, you cannot tell? That I was already dead as well? My true desire was to
reach this Hell, so that I may confine you in this cell. I shall cleanse this world so unpure, in
these hands I hold the cure. That's right you disease, get down on your knees and soon you
will see what has come to be. This world filled with greed with no one to feed, it has been
agreed, that Hell is the seed. What we are growing, I bet you'd love knowing... But for now
let's just say, you've got Hell to pay... so don't even bother... oh and by the way... I
brought you hot water, now you truly see what I mean, when I say I will clean you're body
so tainted, and with these hands I have painted... a new home for mankind, a home so
divine, and I am so delighted... but sorry you weren't invited.
*The Monk soon cleansed Hell of all impurities, sending Satan and all demons to another
realm and making more room for the innocent to prosper, where Satans and his demons
evacuated to... remains unknown, but we wait wondering, have we fulfilled the Prophecy of
the Possessed?*
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