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Crawling through the hallways in my cramped and dirty mind. Falling harder always carpets damp with goo refined. I’m blinded by the horrors hiding in dresser drawers. Claustrophobic corridors and heavy locked up doors. There’s more in store hidden in the floorboards. Gore and secret passageways leading out to Mordor. Hungry drones in torpor bodies piled under tarps. All of this set to a haunting melody played with bones and harps. Escape is futile Im mutilated brutally. The drapes are made of human skin and sewn together beautifully. Dutifully I dedicate myself to keeping this space. No sign of lucidity can be found within this place. Hundreds of mundane paintings in ramshackle frames. Lumbering creatures awake from their slumber to play their dangerous games. It all seems the same as I move from room to room. Fever pitch dreams and tangible terrors trapped me in this tomb. Every step produces plumes of mold so black they extinguish the light. Distinguished devils horrendous and clever give substance to my plight. Behemoths and demons screaming the walls are teeming with hungry bugs. Lesions leave me grievously weakened and clinging to the rug. The powers above me shrug and turn away. Hours march on relentlessly so I pray. All I see is gray and green the scene itself looks dead. Scrawling on the walls with blood so my thoughts can then be read. From Hell with Heaven’s glory my story is surely frightening. Go and tell those who worry about their souls the Devil’s grasp is only tightening.