“Liquid fire fills his veins, chest heaving against time.
Memories, torturous, flashing through his mind.
Eyes black as coal, drained of all their will
Deep into the wood he scratches, for fear has taken it’s iron grip
Eternal damnation awaits you see, a life of sin, rot and murder cannot be cleansed.
Into the furnace that brims
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