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WordOfChen

Published: Jun 5, 2014

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Let me tell you this:
The only thing that I could ever fear,
Is their freedom.
Because when they discover,
That they have inside them,
The purpose, power and strength,
To be anything that they choose.
Our lies and our lives,
Will simply be over...

Now repeat after me:
To go against the Chantry,
Is to go against God.

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Hey everyone,

Sorry I wasn't around much today. Had to do a lot to get prepared.

I'm working on a lot of Holy Man stuff, it's all work in progress, so here's some filler to pass the time.

I decided to use the 'Chantry' from Dragon Age, because this poem isn't about a specific religion or even a specific idea, but it needed a subject and so...Chantry it is :'3

The ending lines are from a particular movie though. Bonus points if you identify it :'3