Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: Hell Revealed (epilog) This far I've brought you, through the twist of my tale The enduring stinch of existance which rots in this jail I've told of the torture as if part of this darkened domain In words of illusion to signify man's self infliction of pain Closer the text leans to a depth from which folklore brews Yet the watchful can see clearly no physical journey ensues If time need be told as some marker to the horror within Then let us, for this sake assume, it is now that we sin If a place on the earth is needed for the feable mind to know Let the land which you stand on represent the pillar below For in our minds have we constructed the walls which contain The twisted image of man and his visions that still remain God is not the author of the terror, as many will proclaim It is our ...
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