Found in a tree’s bark

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  Whoever reads this, I beg for forgiveness.

  I ask forgiveness for what is to come—

  Of the End.

  I have helped in the birth of a demon.

  No, not a demon...

  A God.

  But it is not my fault.

  It never is, and never will be—

  Yet still, I ask for forgiveness.

  Born was I with a gift,

  Destiny could I view in all.

  Acclaimed I became, revered was I,

  Forging alliances with my sight—

  All in prosperity.

  Once was I called for a foresight,

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  And view I did—

  The destiny of a monster.

  That foresight, drowned in tragedy.

  Banished, but spared by the father,

  I lived a renegade from then.

  In disgust, people called my name.

  Few more times did I foresee—

  Yet of their state, I know not.

  Then, once, I met Him.

  I saw Him, and realised my purpose.

  He granted me my sight—

  But not the one I had met before.

  Similar, yet different,

  He would lead to the End.

  A horrifying End.

  Yet, obliged was I to help Him.

  I gave Him the path, and He advanced.

  Now, as I write this,

  I can feel the approaching blood,

  Wafting to my nose.

  In the Boundless Sea, shall I drown eternally.

  Forgive me.

  Forgive me.

  Forgive me.