Woe unto the heavy hearted,
Burden be upon the soul,
Limbo soon a fondness started,
Deaden into peerless role.



Woe unto the vast horizon,
Meek is the inquiring,
Sorrow for decaying Zion,
Bleak is need requiring.



Woe unto the broken hearted,
Burning do the eyes perceive,
Sow devising fruit hence carted,
Yearning the truth to believe.



Woe unto the guileful siphon,
Wasting away the splendor,
Hollow now a soulless demon,
Disgracing what once was tender.

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Woe unto the dearly departed,
Blessed are those most loyal,
Echo bounds spirits uncharted,
Wretched are those unfaithful.