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Cauldron filled with ancient, seething bile.

Tentacles of the cursed keeper of the night are vile.

We were made of stone to make all humans realize:

The hardest path is rejection of the holy grace.

Fall into the agonizing mouth of three-headed Cerberus.

Suffocating maze.

You will gaze!!!

Impassable haze.

A brand new day

Will bring us new misery.

Triumph of the will —

The life’s fibers are woven into my skin.

Another night will grant us loneliness.

Stabbing the anchors in our minds,

Drowning us in the depths

Of forgotten frights.

Plague burial,

Soaked with corpses.

Miserable mouth,

Melted your bones.

Pit.

Stink.

Thick air.

Despair.

No more care and compassion I need,

And fulfillment with love is forgotten.

Here I am, nothing and everything.

Here I am, where my grief’s got begotten.