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Every city has its dark side

But there is always the slums

Beggars, cripples and prostitutes

They couldn't be more oppressed

The walls keep them safe from the outside

But it can't protect them from themselves

The slaves of paradise

With nowhere else to turn

We have no honor so why play fair

Among dirt and filth, we make our bed

No money, no love, no glory, no hope

So why should we care if Edendalk burns

The nobles bless the city

But it can’t save them from our curse

Why care if you live in sin

When you aren’t allowed near the church

Beggars can't be choosers

That’s why we live as we do

Some may call us pests

And, well, for them that might be true.