Poets of this world, come gather round, I implore you, bring your deeds, save your souls. The time has come to ascend once again, take upon the heavens and hells all your sins, every religion is synonymous, and every poet is duplicated. Made from the best, and cast from the worst, we shall rise up and mock. Come into my flock, we will study the first, and destroy the second. My children, my poets, rise to the dare, tonight we shall feast, on another mans despair.