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Wasted Words

Note: There is actually a story behind this. Outside Crossing (the original starter town) is a walled cemetary/graveyard. Players liked to hold PvP tournaments in there and it upset some others (I mean, sure, it's fine if you die as you're in a cemetary [hello irony?] but it was upsetting clerics and religious sorts). At one point it was fairly common to hear tell of invasions happening there during tourneys, due to GMs deciding to break things up a bit and sending in skeletons or whatever.

I'm actually fairly proud of this one, even now.


Deep inside the walls they meet, above the rotting bones
Sanctuary here no more among once silent stones
Every day the people seek to stem the rising flood
To heed the cries of outrage, the needlessly shed blood
A lesson learned is valuable, if those around but hear
And those who will not hear it, perhaps will soon learn fear

Rotting bones may sleep no more, soaked in wasted life
Rest disturbed in sacriledge, awakened in the strife
Once respected, sanctified, a holy, hallowed ground
A host of would-be martyrs can lately there be found
An ally won is priceless, if not driven away
Keep in mind objectives, or from the point you'll stray

No peace remains in death, my friends
No virtue found in silence
Protest the fate these people bring
And rise in howling violence

Wasted breath on truth and lies, while blood is daily shed
The dead arise, repeat the words, the things already said
Those defiled may now fight back, defend the silent grave
An opened void within the walls—a portal for their rage
A spoken word is wasted, on those who pay no heed
Those more taken with their prowess, and their prideful greed

The crater beckons so near by, yet people do not move
Desecrating graves as if they have some point to prove
Unable to see wisdom when it's placed before their eyes
More inclined to hide the truth and to believe their lies
A victory is wished for, though not to end the death
To end the desecration, silence wasted breath

No peace remains in death, my friends
No virtue found in silence
Protest the fate these people bring
And rise in howling violence