The Magicians Deceit
Far back in the ages of the old
The dark magicians came bold
They attempted to steal our magic
By showing us ways it was evil
All while against us they were deceitful
Beyond the stones and buried bones
Myths were created to cover the moans
The secrets were not all they stole
It began by killing the story keepers
Taking their language along with the reapers
They hid in places of secret truths
Their lies began to grow roots
Within the same hallways they hid
Behind their indoctrinated books
Slaughtering more as people gave looks
Few were left of these horrendous crimes
Into hiding they went for many lifetimes
They buried as much as they could
In hopes they would find their way home
Through their bloodlines they were left to roam
Perpetuating the madness on every shore
Destroying things way down deep to the core
Mixing the dark ones amongst the light
In hopes that ancestral roots would be muddied
Along with everything left to be studied
History was changed through the written word
Until you couldn't even trust what was heard
Focus fell away from simple to complex
Reading between the lines is not easy for most
As to why behind many were left as a ghost
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