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The Worst Is Yet to Come Cower before my fortress tall,A place where all omens befallA monumental epitome of sinFeel the darkness rising deep within.But if you still feel paranoid,Don’t you look inside the voidAcross the silhouettes of the dead,Enough reasons to be afraid.Trespassers will be guillotinedSanctify the soul your mind has sinned.Poaching thoughts will.