A CREED
Out of the womb of time and dust of the years forgotten,
Spirit and fire enclosed in mutable flesh and bone.
Came by a road unknown the thing that is me for ever,
The lonely soul of a man that stands by itself alone.
This is the right of my race, the heritage won by my fathers.
Theirs by the years of fighting, theirs by the price they paid
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