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Hell still with an empty throne.
With an audience in the conflagration,
Composed by lord.
Descending to their exhausted knees, they to,
Apprehensively their boiling skin,
Which crumbles away,
Even at the most touch.
Hundreds the thousands consumed,
Only by their own immorality.
Over and over this relentless process.
of speechless bodies,
Pile each other,
motionless.
again.
These thousands of bodies pile over each other.
Pile over other.
motionless.
Hell stands still an empty throne.
stands still.
Descending to exhausted knees.
They begin to apprehensively examine boiling skin.
They can no longer from their remains.
Depart from their remains.
Far from its home,
This demon stands over my anatomy,
He buries his into my impaired lungs and spreads,
My ribs open. This cancer now inhabits my chest,
In dormancy.
I lay paralyzed,
my entirely frozen limbs.
My turns cold,
My shut down.