“And following its path, we took no care
To rest, but climbed: he first, then I– so far,
Through a round aperture I saw appear
Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears,
Where we came forth, and once more saw the stars.”
And so he divulges from his path, careless and erratic
Pushing forth down into stalactites burning hellfire
The Call of Satan beckons him to come below
Unholy sights behold, suffering and shadows lurk the floors
Where we came forth, and once again the flames wrap around his body
As he embraces the heat and engulfs in unholy fire
Each circle calls itself to me
The heat comforts and warms my soul
As the souls crying out in pain are in unison
A chorus of chronic pain
And a symphony of suffering
Some of the beautiful things Hell bears
Towers of Babylon modeled out of brimstone and ashes
As men’s tongues fail to recreate the words they once used
Language’s sword now torn from their grasp
As their savage sounds emote from their maws
The stairway down, steep and unforgiving
Leads past the souls of the wicked
Down and down, a deep chasm cries out to me
As I descent from the mortal world
And into the arms of the Devil
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