Woe to the Men: Upon a gloomy hill, beneath a sky heavy with iron clouds, there stood an old shrine, weathered by wind, fire, and years. Woe to the men. Men drift with the current, their eyes barely open. Yet love them still, for they are our own kind. Love them, but remain steadfast in mind. Among men, there are a few who act with reason. They trust their convictions, cling to justice, and bear the burden of consequence.