In the grey stooped caves, betwixt the ribs of the inferno rot
the afflicters.
Dole eyes transfixed on an eternity of pain.
Seamless puss oozing through ash carbon hearts.
Every drop a raw nerve grating on razors.
Vulnerable thoughts racked by the talons of catastrophe.
Deserved,
total.
Left to contemplate their actions for an eternity.
Souls deserted,
desolate, hollow, cracked open and charred, stuffed with needles and tattooed
to open wounds.
A wheel of horror left to ride the highway of hopelessness.
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