Styx

In Hades, flows the chthonic Styx, a river of woe and pain (a channel thoroughfare; where Charon ferries the dead, who despair) which unnerves our damned souls till we quiver. The Styx! It's like cirrhosis which kills the liver, metastasizing there; but does not care; and tortures us beyond what we can bear! Because we are thrice-damned, we now shiver with the peals of the Stygian death-knell; while Heaven appears like a hope long dead (as if we’re ten-thousand feet deep in hell!), here, where the redeemed dare not walk or tread, we are but ghosts, like shades without a shell: yet, hell can we brave; but, the Styx we dread.