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The pit before me devours the sun

Like a shrine of our regret

I grip tight our only hope

The one for all to heed the call

Down into darkness I tread

Through the chasm of our woes

Born of blindness and apathy

Too many heads the hydra grows

Stake our lives and all we have

On a beast made of our own

Guardian now consumes the world

Engorged with our labor and gold

Creature lays upon the heap

Treasure stained in patriot’s blood

Each head sports a razor grin

For every death two more revive

Faces old and lined with greed

Yet a single beating from below

Betrays the tyranny they wield

One heart to fuel the many heads

Stake my life for all we have

To slay the beast made of our own

Guardian breaths a vile breath

Endless hunger born of old

Feel the heart cease to churn

Tide of blood fills the earth

A beast that should have never been

Born of our own self worth

To the victor go the spoils

Duty calls to give it back

Gold and power beckon to me

In my reflection lives the beast