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"The Gaping Abyss of the Underworld and Futile Attempts at Escaping its Vortex." (It's a Progressive Downward

*Part 1 of a Series of Examinations on
the Digression that Leads into the
Stark Bowels of Tartarus


Go ahead and continue to do
Your laps in that River of Hatred...

"The River Styx,"

You think that You can hold it
in Your Bowels and never be
changed and at anytime You
so desire just walk out and
walk away... unscathed

But the Truth is, that with all
Your, "Good Intentions," the
longer that You harbor this
Intense emotion, the closer You
gravitate towards Hades' entrance
where many a soul are held
Captive, and nigh unto beings that
are filled with all Hopelessness

Sure, You're given ample amounts
of time to Free Yourself of this
Insatiable cancer that'll make You
act out irrationally without being able
to for what You've done give an
coherent answer

Seven times around the, "Underworld,"
it flows so that if You can, You'll still
have a time to Relent and to let the
Hatred go before You give in unto its
Urges of Malice and Revenge and find
it Futile to resist being pulled into the,
"Underworld," via its overpowering...
Undertow


"Acheron,"

From this point on, You come to change
in Your Essence from life unto Death as
You swim in the River of Acheron and
experience all kinds of emotions of
Pandemonium and Grief and Anxiety
that You've become from the Whims and
Urges that You Foolishly acted on without
a second-thought

The opening of Death begins to appear,
for to suck You into its Gaping, Inescapable
Vortex to make You Subservient to all of
its Torments and Chain You with its
Everlasting Punishments that are all the
Consequences of the Deeds that in Our
bodies We allowed to work and Transpire

Once we come to a Glimpse that this Our
new Residence where We will Dwell for
an Ineffably fucking long time, We will begin
to wail and moan with Agonizing groans
that become the Stark Terror-filled
atmosphere that We all inhale and exhale
in this Dominion that we've Inherited as a
Reward for all we've done on, "Gaia,"............To Be Continued

But, Who am I Kidding; all of these
things are Presently going on Here...
Written by hungrypan74 (Dantalyon)
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