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Netherland

Twixt life and death where few can see there lurks a place that is not free. Where souls are bound in endless plight and roam inanely without light. Re-living times that long have gone with screams of past that still live on. This twilight zone beyond the grave bears witness to mankind’s deprave. For in this hell where ghost live on where neither life nor death has won, alone no one can see the way to shed their burdens of life’s day . Here Gods and Angels strive to tell, assisted by few men as well, the way that souls may break their chains and help to free them of their pains. But devils also haunt this place and stoke the fires of evil’s pace to keep poor souls within this hell washed by the waves of devil’s spell. It is not easy in this land to help poor souls to understand that they have shed their earthy shell then guide them from this living hell. But this, with help from souls that know, is why some venture down below for freeing souls tied to their past will let them find release at last. Indeed for those who take this path we know the devil has last laugh for Satan strives to fill this pool where he alone is free to rule. But those we help along the way reward us for the game we play by proving evil can succumb, and robbing devils can be fun! Ivor G Davies

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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