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Below the deserts, the cascading hills of sand

Waters ghostly yet vaster than the greatest lands

The spirits ride, the mud seems to grow

Like hands reaching out to feed on these souls

Absorbing the painful memories

Stabbing away those hindering dreams

Thoughts opaque, the swamp infested gaze

Never will it take the pain away

Flow away from the oceans calming breeze

To the waters, muddied by mortal beings

And their sins, are washed into the shore

Their spirits wreathe, unable to endure

Absorbing the painful memories

Stabbing away those hindering dreams

Thoughts opaque, the swamp infested gaze

Never will it take the pain away

Watching... and wailing for their turn...

Dreading... and cowering for they know...

The words of Juno... The truths they face...

Writhing in this convoluted state

Contorting in these maddening screams

Flectere si negueo superos, Acheronta movebo

(Virgil, Aeneid)

Bathe them in malodorous waters

This decay -  the foulest of beings

If I cannot deflect the will of heaven