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Apr 2014
Dis
There lies a place with nary a trace;
a solitude bound by sin.
It's far beyond the light of dawn,
and twice as dark within.

It's here you'll find the sands of time
have ceased their endless flow,
and should you come beyond the sun,
you'll lose yourself below.

A harrowing fear is all you'll find here;
its haunting perpetuates nigh.
This trial of death claims ill of breath;
'tis here you shall never, ever die.

For inside these walls bear petulant thralls;
the likes, you've never endured.
A rancor so stained with ill-met refrain;
a housing for all the unpure.

So solemn, the fray, in all disarray;
deliverance brought from down low.
And now that you're here, there's nothing to fear,
save for all that's in tow.

Bask in the bliss, you're sentenced to Dis;
this city, beyond the beyond.
And never again shall you reprimand
any, and all that you've wronged.

Murderous fiends beyond wildest dreams,
and those who longed for despair;
these patrons of old have lived the untold;
cower, as they take you there.

They'll show you the pain; every ounce of disdain
wrought from their memories passed,
and just when you think that you're on the brink
they'll mar you will all that they have.

Again, I remind you cannot resign
this life you've carved for your own.
Now pass through the gate, and suffer your fate
and know that you'll never be alone.
Eli Nash
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Eli Nash  Boise, Idaho
(Boise, Idaho)   
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