In the words of the thrice great
As above, so below, and vice versa
For before the great white gate
For our deeds we must answer
The earth is delivered into one hand
And seekers must pay homage
The power that inhabits all lands
And lives from age to age
He who seeks glory must pay the price
And the cost of avarice is immense
For the sum shall never suffice
No matter the morals we fence
The world’s glories belong to a few
A scarce and handpicked chosen
No more different than you or me
But they have purpose and reason
Thusly shall you gain the glory of the world
If you kindly so desire
Go seek knowledge from he who was hurled
Go learn from the ancient liar
The Words of The Rhetor 