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Sep 2015
Walk with me, unto these lands of Golden Life, of which thy beauty has been gratefully given to us by the Gods so that we may prosper.

Walk with me, under and into these Hellish lands, of which is ruled by the lone Chthonic God, given to us to punish us for any evil deed we may have unknowingly done.

And now fly with me, to the peaceful white haven, known as Heaven, of which has been opened and bestowed upon us to honor and hold those who have faithfully died, and those who have never strayed from the path of righteousness.
Chthonic: concerning, belonging to, or inhabiting the underworld.
Written by
Snow Wolf  Miami, Florida
(Miami, Florida)   
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