Let he who decides my fate judge
The truth behind my harbored grudge
Against these false bringers of hope.
Oh, four pillars of enigma!
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Hear me, hear me before you judge
And throw at me your worthless grudge
For you think the wicked brings hope.
Cursed pillars of enigma!
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For they will come, they who will judge
Along with their true, rightful grudge
To crush your home and end your hope.
Oh, four pillars of enigma!
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And your lavishness they will judge
All will be a part of their grudge
For this curse had stripped them of hope.
Cursed pillars of enigma!
The poem Edolom the Wise had written a week before he started to perform his shameless rituals in the damp streets of Eridu to spite the Four Pillars of Izrecael.