The flawed legacy of the ancients
Doomed plans of the revered
Prophecy of destinies foretold
Beyond the sharpened edge of the shield
The holy sanctum of the angels
And the their safe shelter
From the holy, divine wind
That rushed through the stars, permeating every being and soul
Relinquishing the bodies of the soulless
Rendering the galaxy pure once more
Paving a path of recovery
At a terrible cost
For the civilisations, past and present
From the clutches of the terrible parasite
Onwards on the path to salvation
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