As I stood in Magnagora, thinking about all those others in the world just
trying to get by, I began to think of how they all viewed my dear City. I did
these poems in what I'm told is furrikin style.
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My Magnagora
In the streets, my friends are seen.
Yes, this is my home.

Their Magnagora
The Iron Council, they stand
Governing their own.

Damned Magnagora
Crush the Taint, destroy them all!
Lead the charge, attack!

That Magnagora
The city that sits down there?
Don't know much of it.

Yes, Magnagora.
The Tainted City of hate.
I would stay away.

To Magnagora!
I'm tired of all this Light.
I want something new.

Our Magnagora
The gates stand always open
For those who seek strength.