| Athwart chasms vast and bottomless
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| Gaping black sub mundane hells
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| Hideously carved by the blistering wind
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| That sears bodies and bleaches bones
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| Wicked radiance from above to cremate body
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| And soul
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| Sluggish dance of gaunted shadows of foul
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| Unknown smoke from unrelenting flames
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| Of raging hunger
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| Smouldering prayers kindled by extinguished
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| Faith
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| Of vile stench piled thick in dense clouds
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| The gentle cracklings of dying dreadful breath
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| The fiery chants from the furnace
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| Beyond the paths left by starving worms
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| The churning presence of white death
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| Will rise up from its lair like plague forged in
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| Hell
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| To purify each wretched birth
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| Hidden from the sight of men |