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At the epicenter of the Birth. Reality changed in complex Design. Time altered for Nations and Man... The eminence of the Grand Unknown Graced the Ancient face of a Fleeting Earth. A thought of Creation... A dream of an inquisitive inventor. The Mystic Architect's Sun Rain's Ethereal Power of modern presents. At the center of Reality a Birth occurs! At the start of Recorded time a Man the word word made flesh Dies.... A creation of blood and bone... A Soul; the Infinite born... Nails in wood on a barren stone. A skull lies from Adam's Reign Spear pierces the rib... Blood of righteous flows to suffer creations Pain. To wash sinful apes of elegant thoughts in Fountain's floods. A wound carved by a hateful hand. All the Grand Schemes come full cycle. The enigma of master's passing thought. The Riddle of the ages... A dream of a sleeping entity. At the epicenter of his Birth. Time changed in a complex way. Realities would never be the same. A dream of an inventor A thought of an infant mind of grand time.

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