Through me you pass into the city of woe:Through me you pass into eternal pain:Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric mov’d:To rear me was the task of power divine,Supremest wisdom, and primeval love. Before me things create were none, save thingsEternal, and eternal I endure.All hope abandon ye who enter here. Such characters in colour dim I mark’dOver a portal’s lofty arch inscrib’d:Whereat I thus: Master, these words import! Be ye ever forewarned, foresworn; oh forebear ye’ frail future forlorned!
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Sardonicism Kills
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