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Red World
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4. Random. Mottled rock
Surrounds the evil.
Twists of hate
Form a downward spiral
To the gates of Hell.
Anthracite dark
Lines the inevitable pathway
To the flaming abyss.
Crawling closer
To the burning heat.
Sanity escapes.
Coherence tangled with
Satan’s molten pleasure
As His dark chocolate laugh,
Swirled with nuggets of emphasis, rings out.
Consumed by the putrid smell
Of hatred, and decay.
Entering through the obscene archway
To complete the reunion
With Lucifer.
The pulse of the atmosphere
Palpitates rhythmically.
Vulnerable beings
Shiver in the blazing temperature
Of the red world.
