| A distant bell tolls, resonating through my frame
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| In an audiogenic trance, I follow the sound
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| The tolling pierces through a dimensional membrane
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| I cross over into another word
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| A dimension of complete suffering
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| Achromatic souls stream up the walls
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| Their glow illuminates the chamber
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| Blood-gilded languid bodies coat the floor like a living carpet
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| The bodies coil and recoil under a blanket of gelatinous gore
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| The miasma of decay seduces the corpses into frenetic animation
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| A cryptozoic being stands in the center of the chamber, staring at me
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| Devoid of skin, an intricate system of chains pass through his flesh
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| The flaps of muscle held open with hooks and chains held taut
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| Displaying his organs and revealing other intricacies
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| His anatomy, a perfect disfigurement
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| The chains come from every direction, carving the stagnate air
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| He speaks with the confidence of a god, vocalizing his expectations of my
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| arrival
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| Sermonizing how he summoned me to this universe to suffer for eternity
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| My eyes glazed over in hypnosis to the sound of his voice
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| A transmundane presence intensifying the ambience
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| At the end of the monologue all movement recedes
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| The shapes fade to silhouette, and silhouettes fade to black
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| The sound warps and distorts
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| Then ceases all together
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| One after another
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| The senses dull then expire
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| I am condemned to experience
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| An eternity of complete nothingness |