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Legendary Underworld Entry
[center]Hell Awaits Him
Kidnapped and
dragged,
to an unknown realm.
Where the air
sagged,
with burn skin and hair.
Through the fog,
he's carried,
towards the gate.
Guarded by Cerberus,
the hell-hound,
which sealed his fate.
Growling and snarling,
spit and blood,
dripped from his teeth,
From previous
passengers,
whose flesh it had eat.
He could hear
screams of agony,
pain,
torture.
As the gates opened,
he drowned his eyes
in the horror.
The field of punishment,
awaited him,
a twisted sinner.
Where he saw,
two vultures gorging down,
a poor soul's regenerating
liver.
Choked cries and pleas
of help,
rang in his ears.
He held them, unable,
to shut the voices out.
Through his body, they pierced.
Flames engulfed
every where
the eyes see.
Fire and heat danced
a forbidden tango,
a new soul adding to the feast.
The thick haze,
the unbreathable atmosphere,
slowly starts to suffocate.
He wheezed,
clawed at his throat,
trying to catch a breath.
His lungs hollered,
no air,
no breath,
collapse.
He croaked,
and coughed,
panted,
and gasped.
Demised to nothing,
thinking nothings,
silence cloaked
what's left of his being.
To revive
once again,
to continue his torment;
never ending.
Kidnapped and
dragged,
to an unknown realm.
Where the air
sagged,
with burn skin and hair.
Through the fog,
he's carried,
towards the gate.
Guarded by Cerberus,
the hell-hound,
which sealed his fate.
Growling and snarling,
spit and blood,
dripped from his teeth,
From previous
passengers,
whose flesh it had eat.
He could hear
screams of agony,
pain,
torture.
As the gates opened,
he drowned his eyes
in the horror.
The field of punishment,
awaited him,
a twisted sinner.
Where he saw,
two vultures gorging down,
a poor soul's regenerating
liver.
Choked cries and pleas
of help,
rang in his ears.
He held them, unable,
to shut the voices out.
Through his body, they pierced.
Flames engulfed
every where
the eyes see.
Fire and heat danced
a forbidden tango,
a new soul adding to the feast.
The thick haze,
the unbreathable atmosphere,
slowly starts to suffocate.
He wheezed,
clawed at his throat,
trying to catch a breath.
His lungs hollered,
no air,
no breath,
collapse.
He croaked,
and coughed,
panted,
and gasped.
Demised to nothing,
thinking nothings,
silence cloaked
what's left of his being.
To revive
once again,
to continue his torment;
never ending.
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