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Falling apart, walls all white, white on blank, blank on blank

While on your knees again, there; something like a victory

When these savage apes

Throw another lashing, or a lucid dream, I don't know

Next to black dice and the chime maiden's bell,

Nothing feels like the six South sides of Hell

Insane/Unsafe

Standing there at the precipice of rot you'll wonder how such

chaos has been amassed, and while you marvel at the insurmountable

torture, you will feel death's grip and then no more as you are banished to nothing

And still, nothing feels quite like the six South sides of Hell