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Evelyn's Prophecy

One will rise who is too evil. One will come who is too good. 'Twixt the two, a witch shall falter and thereby open wide the door.

Pain and suffering as they stumble. Blood and fear before they learn. Woe betide this Springtime Eden. Now the vale of those who mourn.

Beware the watchers in that hour. Bar the docters from the house. Scholars will but nourish evil. Scientists would raise it high.

Let the devil speak his story. Let him rouse the angel's might. Make the dead come back to the witness. Put the alchemists to flight.

Slay the flesh that is not human. Trust to weapons crude and cruel. For, dying on the verge of wisdom, Tortured souls may seek the light.

Crush the babes who are not children. Show no mercy to the pure. Else shall Eden have no Springtime. Else shall our kind reign no more.