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Come to the pit of hellions and double-crossers,

the lowest ring in the pit of the life beyond.

Collect the remains left by your progenitors,

gather them all and He'll let you leave.

A task made hopeless by time.

I'm in this pit 'cause of the throat I slit.

Wanted to feel the blood spray on my face,

the fluid that's pumping through my friend's veins.

The deed that sent me here.

The moment he fell on his knees before me,

I took the scalp already drenched in his gore

and gouged his eyes out to get some more.

A good reason why I'm still here.



Scales of ordeal - Working fine

Eternal pain - No flatline

Misery in vain - To fill a sick need

Killing my friends - To see their faces

Could be up a level or more.

Now rotting here with Brutus and Judas.

As my comrade's blood met the floor,

same fate was for all the three of us.