Three doors;
Lust,
Wrath,
Greed.
And they
Open
For your
Ruin, men.
Make your own
Eternal moral law,
Laws of life, men.
You are rich,
Rich of noble birth.
As your faith,
Just so you are, men.
You are all true,
And beneficial.
Stay well, men
Stay well.
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