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One, two, and three. Three photos, three people, none the same and none alive.
Young Akari, oh how you shined, created for one thing and lies;
You saved the world, yet many follow suit, who was the first before you?
Stilted man, the name of Ingo, wearing black and your frown so stiff;
You were taken away from a world you knew, who’s that in the mirror you once knew?
The third photo is ruined, it is torn, oh Volo you are scorn, how you can’t fix it if you run.
One, two, and three. Three photos, three gods, none the same and none alone.
Time god oh mine, Dialga, you shift the time and create the golden dusk and sapphire dawn;
You are a god, yes, but what do you remember from those times of four and gold?
Space mover, Palkia, you turn the worlds and keep everything moving, to make the world safe;
You are a god, yes, but do you feel that shift under your feet, of someone you recede?
The third photo is burned, the ash on my fingers, oh Giratina, you were destined for more.
One, two, and three. Three lines, three please, three beyond, you know me not.
I am a muse, one of a story, the perfect storyteller for you;
But do you trust my words, or do you heed suspicion?
I am a heretic, one of blasphemy, the one who speaks against the gods;
But do you trust my descriptions, or do you hold grains of salt?
I am no one, I am nobody, but you are one, you are more, to take hold of more.
One, two, and three. Three photos, three people, none the same and none I’ll say.
I am a muse, one of a story, the perfect storyteller for the world.
I am a heretic, one of blasphemy, the one who speaks against gods.
I am no one, I am nobody, yet I am everyone, I am everything.
I am a legend, I am a myth, I have made everything you take granted for.
I am Arceus, I will disguise, no more strife, for I will remove the plight no children should fight.