Once The Broken God was whole
Its cogs where cracked its springs were dull
A horrid rust then took its heart
And thus the god had cracked apart
It scattered across the land it knew
Bits and pieces strewn with dew
Surging chaos shadowed by wonder
And constructing a very strange statue
The followers where distraught with dread
Now the god was surely dead
And no matter what, they kept mind
“Put it back together!” and so they'll find
That all the pieces left about
Are worth the painful lasting grind
The Broken God will rise no doubt
And a plot of evil will unwind
- Prof. Elysium, 1789