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That prophecy of which the Oracle of Delphi once spoke,
An eternal night was to fall on Thebes.
When the infant with tethered ankles was born.
The fear of Laius, was it justified?
The flawed nature of being, the magnitude of his pain.

In the cradle of Polybus and Merope he rests.
Fearing to fruit his adoption.
The path of destiny in a wretched and entropic cosmos...

This shall lead him to Delphi, the creator of a prophecy.
Apollo shall watch, as the seed is being reaped...
The disguise of Merope, to be the bearer lies to his face.

A journey to Thebes...
Once where he was cursed.
At Davlia, a chariot intervenes.
King Laius thus stands merciless again;
To crush his way through the roads...
But this time he lacks the power to defeat.

Oedipus shall fearlessly strangle his father.
The foreigner in thy host.
The parasite in my thoughts.
The constraints in us is Laius.
We shalt kill, shall isolate.

I see the prophecy come true, the father lies dead while his mother awaits.
The code of ethics, is subjective while some of them call him a sinner.

I despise his being for embracing his nature.
The agony shall leave him in despair.
When the plague walks, when the plague walks through the city.

Man, he shalt walk on four limbs as an infant.
Two as when grown and three when his legs give up, and he calls for a stick.

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