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Random ThoughtFaith is a tool. You should believe in the thing that gives you the most power
In the light where shadows play, A knight kneels to gods, as if to say, From thee, I seek the mightiest hand, To grant me strength to rule the land. Around him, robed divinities stand tall, Specters of faith, at his call. Each a patron of power divine, In their favor, he seeks to align. One whispers of secrets, veiled in night, Another gleams with justice bright. Choices laid before his armored grace, Each god's essence, he might embrace. With hands outstretched, the decision weighs, In the silent communion of their gaze. For in the choosing lies his tool, The sacred force that breaks all rule. The knight, a vessel of their creed, Seeks the one that fuels his need. In the dance of destiny and chance, His faith, his armor, his sword, his lance. No allegiance to the light or dark, But to the fire that leaves its mark. The gods in robes judge his heart's power, In this consecrated, fateful hour.

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Random ThoughtFaith is a tool. You should believe in the thing that gives you the most power
In the light where shadows play, A knight kneels to gods, as if to say, From thee, I seek the mightiest hand, To grant me strength to rule the land. Around him, robed divinities stand tall, Specters of faith, at his call. Each a patron of power divine, In their favor, he seeks to align. One whispers of secrets, veiled in night, Another gleams with justice bright. Choices laid before his armored grace, Each god's essence, he might embrace. With hands outstretched, the decision weighs, In the silent communion of their gaze. For in the choosing lies his tool, The sacred force that breaks all rule. The knight, a vessel of their creed, Seeks the one that fuels his need. In the dance of destiny and chance, His faith, his armor, his sword, his lance. No allegiance to the light or dark, But to the fire that leaves its mark. The gods in robes judge his heart's power, In this consecrated, fateful hour.