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Blood runs in linesfrom Joestar to Joestar.
Dark fate creeps like vineswrapping one after the other—but then a light shines,behold the seventh stand user.
O mother of the confinedacting as overseer,count now the timesyou descend into war.
Then wait and bideyour time, sing your prayersfor your son’s life,till fate no longer veers.