Let us sing the Song of Freedom— Or decay in Hell’s foul kingdom. Rise, O song, through all creation— Stop the rot of degradation! Rot is spreading, Hell is thriving: On the top—corrupt conniving, At the base—souls crushed and broken, Tortured, shackled, left unspoken. Pain like this leaves scars forever. Odds are slim, but still—endeavor! Through the struggle, save your spirit— Dare to hear it—filth or near it! Mind beneath the Soul must follow, Then creation flows unhollowed, Like a poem, strong and endless, Lighting up Hell’s halls of madness. Few escape—so few are sane, Dulled in mind and soul profaned, Prisoners of a world-wide madhouse, Not a dream—no waking past now...

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