Chosen
Devoid of life,a barren
wasteland.
Endless whispers
echoed in silence.
The path chosen
streches forever into
the abyss which is
eternity
Countless questions
with no answers
Hidden ambitions,
countless fears.
Hell is still in sight I
hear.
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