Past the
gates of time,
Lies an
eternal domain.
The master
of which,
Is the god
all shame.
You'll
find no mercy here,
In this
kingdom of grief.
Just mans
final reward,
for his
lack of belief.
It's a
place that smells,
Of great
sickening and rot.
Where sin
is the flame,
And the
fire dieth not.
Forgiveness
and mercy,
They
aren't found here.
Just
misery and grief,
with
darkness and fear.
With your
destiny now settled,
As you
pass through the gate.
The sign
on the wall,
reads,
NOW
IT'S TO LATE.
Your home
is now,
The most
evil of lands.
Home of
the lost,
Home of
the damned!
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