REB!!AT//4:20am
"Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Wrath the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of power hellish,
Supremest foolishness, and primal fear.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I shall endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here."
- it's good there where we are not.
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