"For naught was real! And yet, a merry high indeed. Who would forsake this, this land of lakes and beauty... For the mockery of such splendor? Surely, the foul. Not tempted by such ardors, chaotic to the beauty of life. 'For thou shalt taste the steel, not mine love.' Enter the combine, with wicked grace. For they have tempted you to do it. As it's flaming cogs are better than any affair... With such unknown men. Why hast the foul churned so wickedly against his brother? Fo