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Transported through the gate

into another realm

of hate

One way trip

to the abyss

Creatures of all alien

shape Populate the landscape 

Speaking in cursed

forgotten tongues lost to history

Now in for a show

but no pop corn to chew on

As your body is devored piece by piece

by the worms of stillborn waters

Crawling in through all your offices;

decomposing the immortal soul

Munching on the pain of your flesh 

sharing all the horrors of hell with your mind 

There is no refuge

nowhere to hide,

No grave,

only the wasteland that surrounds you