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You can’t weave in and out of hell
The flames flickering and lightly caressing your skin
The sounds of screams filling your eardrums
The intensity of  the damned souls all around
And wonder why your lover is dressed in red
Why they’re torturing you with the worst thing God could have ever cursed you to have

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