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I, the Obelisk


I, the Obelisk, see all. Ambition, Corruption Sorrow, Hope Damnation, Rejection This time, it's different-- Hate seems stronger Progression drives them Tradition brakes them. They come to stand Before me, he speaks Of the future he sees By my Reflection-- My own color, my hue. I, the Obelisk-- Why was I made this way?
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