The shadows portray an instance,
Wandering in the chasms of Inlay, the lost
A vast landscape, where torrents of virtue
Burn in utter disgust, and lay in bitter agony

Come, ye brethren, and feel the shame 
Inlay, the lost chasm calls to the lame
The lonely, come and call upon the ones
The ones, their wretched smirks…but we smile

We smile at their virtue, we smile…
Push the rage away, we continually push!!!

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