Hades' Gate
A soul lost to infestation.
Those scars, a work of art drawn with a chainsaw.
Rise, gate to Hades.
Broken arrows lay upon collapsed ruins,
mile high trees covered with ash and snow.
Let yourself fall quietly asleep at the entrance.
Tombs of the ancestors tainted with silver tongues,
no more false prophets.
Blood and fire, rose color ruin.
Destroy these walls with your echoes
with those beautiful screams, break it, smash it apart.
Vete al diablo.
Self destruction?
So, that is how you’ve chosen to end this battle.
That is not beautiful.
This so called Hades you saw
is nothing compared to what I have gone through,
living in a world of complete utter darkness.
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