Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of power divine, Supremes wisdom, and primeval love Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I shall endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

The Divine Comedy

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