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maggots writhing

in mad extasy

at the taste of

death beneath the skin...

the undying screams

of tortured souls

fall on blind ears

and deaf eyes...

they stumble over

broken bodies as they

march through the

looking glass to

their impending doom...

compelled to walk by the

ringing of the

charter spelled bells

past the ninth gate

to rest amongst

the fallen

the broken

the beaten

the damned...