It’s said that the few who managed to hide in the attack by the limbo gods stayed behind in that horrible paradise until it all faded away.

Wow.....

I did want to teach the peon the poem so the peon could attempt deciphering it before you told the peon the whole story but I suppose I’m too late. Either way, here’s the poem that tells the entire story, I’m sure it’ll be of no use now.

Crocodile, the horror in the sky, many mouths to be had when it shouted the end of times.
Good and Evil rose above all else, causing the beast to fall from above.

In a perfect land made by Good, Evil brought conceived thought.
Good and Evil fought across the stars. It is all in vain for Evil, for Good always wins it all.

Good in bliss, Good in a perfect land, guilt rises from the depths and steals Good's hands.
Eight leave the cursed land, and time wastes away the rest.

Oh Good god, oh Good god, the abyss awaits.