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The Mire Of WrathOf tears and pain and filthA blackened current gushes hence. It seeps beneath the surface Of the barren soil. Spreads amongst the valleys, Turns the ground to liquid rot. Behold, the tendrils Of the vile Stygian Marsh. Here, the wrathful Rend each other limb from limb. They grapple to the death In frenzied fits of violence. The sullen choke on sludge And swallow putrescence below. The seething of their sighs Evokes a foam upon the moor. Gargling hymns of sloth Inside their gullets, they repent. Repent. Above the sprawling bog, The walls of Dis loom high. The gate to Lower Hell Forever shut to all but ghosts. Atop the ancient monolith Four vulgar witches perch. The Furies and Medusa; Shrieking demons of the swamp. Possessed by paroxysms They lament against the Gods. With gruesome talons tear The scaly skin from their own chests. The city of woe awaits. |