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Upon entering the vast crystal dome we venture through the endless that such vile creatures call home. Before me, occurring a ghastly sight of those cursed to these depths are confined to the blackest night. Embedded into the surrounding walls, irregularity complicates the network when one wanders the immortal halls of a timeless place that captures its victims to intensify the thoughts inside their head, eluding the state of true mortem. With heavy rope held agonizingly tense woven within their eyes and mouth blocking all intellection of the sense, the creatures meander aimlessly forevermore nervous and cautious of their movements, bloodied and grimy from the soot-ridden floor. I question my Lover out of curiosity: “Why must these souls dwell in a daunting labyrinth without physical perceptivity?” And the Lover addressed sweetly: “My one and only, Greed is a moral infection of the human mind, be wary of the heart and the desire Lustfully.” He then turned, and I followed him through up to a Beast whom I would not dare test for he validates the lack of your virtues.
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Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
Canto II
Upon entering the vast crystal dome we venture through the endless that such vile creatures call home. Before me, occurring a ghastly sight of those cursed to these depths are confined to the blackest night. Embedded into the surrounding walls, irregularity complicates the network when one wanders the immortal halls of a timeless place that captures its victims to intensify the thoughts inside their head, eluding the state of true mortem. With heavy rope held agonizingly tense woven within their eyes and mouth blocking all intellection of the sense, the creatures meander aimlessly forevermore nervous and cautious of their movements, bloodied and grimy from the soot-ridden floor. I question my Lover out of curiosity: “Why must these souls dwell in a daunting labyrinth without physical perceptivity?” And the Lover addressed sweetly: “My one and only, Greed is a moral infection of the human mind, be wary of the heart and the desire Lustfully.” He then turned, and I followed him through up to a Beast whom I would not dare test for he validates the lack of your virtues.
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Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
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