Children of the arts listen to my voice. Throw down your shackles, stand up and rejoice.
Abandon all hope for that which you've striven striven and come back down to this world that we live in.
Your words will run; your aesthetics fade to dust seen as a desire not a need or a must.
Your deaths will come and come fast they will. But there's a chance at immortality still
For men never die but fade away as time passes. Their memories and souls living on through the masses.
Still our true demons lie not within but without. We may not see them but they exist no doubt.
Thus your arts be deception: the bread of the forsaken. Fight them with art and they're all but shaken.
Do not believe only one way to fight. Instead look to the shadow of night...
The Newbie Supporting and Training Guild
The NSTG's mission is to provide a safe and educational environment for the fostering of newbies to productive Gaians.
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