Originally Posted by
Nait
Devilmaykickass! As your personal Prophet, I prophetise thus!
<i>When the years turn a handful four-hundred one,
And the pyres of change burn in Babylon,
When bracelets of the god found beneath our eye,
When people still kill and when people still die,
The old master renounced by the heralds of the west,
It isn't the most sacred, strong or best,
It's diseased with madness and diseased with pain,
Diseased with sickness, so let the Fox of Fire reign!
It bears no cloth but which it is given,
It has a mission to which it is striven,
Follow it's trail on the safer course,
And so it will bring, balance to the Force.</i>
Ok maybe not one of my better ones but you get the idea.