Hell
The fallen dwell in fire,
this pit of everlasting chaos.
Impossible to escape the grasp of death.
They are stuck in Hell.
Unable to gain a single breath,
they choke in agony amongst millions,
while the king of lies laughs
at the mass of his accomplishments.
Gazing over the crowds of people,
gaping mouths screaming in pain.
Gnashing of teeth in true horror,
thrashing about in heaps of body.
And the ruler is pleased.
He delights in suffering.
Laughing, he grins, and satisfied,
returns to his dwelling.
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