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A wry and wistfully melodious melisma of siren-song –– hinting at something quite dark and sinister that lurks beneath the surface. Something dark and sinister which festers, corrupting all who, though they be pure and chaste, have the misfortune to come into contact with it. It is vile and hideous in its intent, yet strangely alluring and even beautiful, to gaze upon. Therefore, avert your eyes when it is before you - cast your eyes downwards lest you be tainted by its stench of corruption and deceit. Yea, walk away from its evil presence; turn your back on its foulness despite its tempting siren-song of greed, of temporal riches and power over others. The siren mocks and cackles her contempt of those who struggle mightily in these times of great lack and suffering in many lands. She is pleased by all she has wrought: her cackle rings out a hymn to debauchery and profanity; she is the embodiment of all which goodness and truth and honesty despises. She is 'hell' and we who challenge her and her like are 'heaven' upon the earth. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.