This Is Hell
Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as the Dark One's touch falls against my
heart. It wounds me, and darkly my
blood drips to the fallen despairing leaves.
In unholy terror I beg forgiveness
while Death's shadow surrounds me
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon dead eyes.
This is Hell
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