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The Invitation:

May the universe act as a perfect mirror to your intent; Every word spoken in malice, Every action taken in greed, And every silent betrayal, Shall now find its way back to your own door.

 

The Failure of Will:

Let every endeavor you grasp turn to ash, And every ambition crumble into dust. Where you seek growth, find only barren ground, Where you seek progress, find only the weight of your past.

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The Haunted Rest:

Your dreams shall offer no sanctuary, no light, But shall be haunted by the ghosts of your own making. In the silence of the night, you shall feel it all: The sharp edge of the grief you inflicted, And the cold wind of the pain you sowed.

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The Absolute Binding:

You shall not escape the harvest of these seeds. You shall walk a mile in the shoes of those you broke, Feeling every jagged step and every bitter frost. These bonds are set; they are iron, they are absolute.

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The Debt:

You shall find no rest, no shelter, and no respite, Until the balance is struck and the scales are leveled. As you have sown, so shall you remain bound, Until the full debt of the soul is paid in truth.

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SO MOTE IT BE !!

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