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Hell
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Is this hell.
Siting on the wall.
A demon his image.
Deaths rotting flesh.
Blood soaking.
On this grimmly lite night.
Howling in the shadows.
Raising the dead.
In a cave they cry.
Waiting to crush.
Thy almighty sight.
If bright thy die.
Leading the unholy army.
To be the rightous ruler of night



