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For in our hour of darkest need We were crushed by our own greed Tossed about in pitchest black Blind in folly and minds of whimsy Restless in our characters lack Our last defense it wore quite flimsy Grasping at gold within our dream Reality unraveled at the seam So few did peak through this tear Seemed as all hope T'was lost For nary a man did care About the last and final cost Hearken for a hero did we Not a single one did we see Nay! did he not show his face? Stood he up and looked around Then slunk back in sad disgrace A hero had he not found.

Abandon all hope, All ye who enter here , For freedom is for sale, And the air is choked with fear. This land of tyrants , Where gold rules eternal, And the soul has no value , And life is devoid of purpose . Ghostly chains that bind you, And in the darkness you will walk, Undead as you may be, And never know your lock. Here slaves police themselves, For lords on hallowed throne, These dark men of soulless form, And hearts of blackest stone. Abandon all hope, All ye who enter here, Here sighted men are blind, And easily lead by fear.