the rabble rousers,
the star singers.
Ours is the power to ignite, to extinguish, to calm and excite.
In our hands, truth is a sword or a shield.
We are the destroyers, the healers, the seekers.
We are the star-forged, belched out atom by atom into the void.
While we are temporary, our time is eternal.
Listen, Polaris!
Stand still and recognize the cold power;
but you were already held fast.
But who told the first story?
Who roused the deepening deep?
Who sang the first stars and forged man from the flames?
The Destroyer,
The Healer,
The Seeker of the Broken has come.
He bolted Polaris in place, riveted by the power of His grace.
His army stands at the gates, prepared for war.
He extends grace to us, despite our shadows.
He is forever and knows no temporary things.
Beyond the void and wrath and cold, two words resonate through eternity:
I Am.
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