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Hell stands still with an empty throne. |
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With an audience ignited in a conflagration |
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composed by their lord. Descending to their |
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exhausted knees, they begin to apprehensively |
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examine their boiling skin, which only crumbles |
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away even at the most delicate touch. |
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Hundreds upon thousands consumed only by their |
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own unmistakable immorality. |
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Over and over repeatedly this relentless process. |
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Thousands of speechless bodies pile over |
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each other, completely motionless. |
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Over and over again. |
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Thousands of speechless bodies pile over |
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each other. |
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Pile over each other. |
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Completely motionless. |
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Hell stands still with an empty throne. |
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Hell stands still. |
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Descending to their exhausted knees. |
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They begin to apprehensively examine their boiling skin. |
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They can no longer depart from their dismantled remains. |
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Depart from their dismantled remains. |
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Far from its eternal home this demon stands over my |
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crippled anatomy, he buries his weight into my impaired |
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lungs and spreads my ribs wide open. |
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This cancer now inhabits my chest in complete dormancy. |
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I lay completely paralyzed with my entirely frozen limbs. |
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My body turns cold, my organs shut down. |
