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Slow decent

It’s rather dark down there don’t you agree?

Pitch black, and murky

A pool of forgotten ink, unable to make art


It’s also quite hot

The air hits my face and my eyes sting and water

The magma core of the Earth awaits us


Do you hear them? The cries of the damned?

I can, I can hear their shrill vocal chords calling out

The echoing sounds fill my ears and my heart


Do you know why you’re here?

Do you know why you’ve been sentenced?

Well I do


Welcome to misery

Welcome to anguish

Welcome to the inferno


We will now begin our slow decent



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