Running naked
Into the pool of crimson fire
Hallucinating
In the refuge of my nightmare
Serpentine flames
Licking away the bliss
Intoxicated hope
All fed to despair
A swift desire of urging pain
A longing for perpetual oblivion
A prayer ceased on the blackened lips
The voice from heavens descends:
"Standing undraped
On the gates of thy hell, Son
Why shalt thou covet despair?
When thou art its concentration."
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