Relax, you have arrived at journey's end, it's not much to look at I know.
What you can smell is Sulphur, my friend, the scent de jour down below.
Mix in a pinch of rancid rage, a soupcon of sin, the sizzle of droplets of acid rain.
Can you see my demons hovering, ready to begin? All are waiting to wreak havoc again.
You were given every chance to start anew, still, you stalked your prey. If I were capable,
I might feel pity for you, as I see your skin peeled away.

As you can hear from the terrified screaming, my demon's delight in your pain.
Every minute each one of them is dreaming, of ways to drive you insane.
Spare me your tears, your pleading to be spared, it is far too little, too late.
Those souls you have damaged, lives you've ruined, have led you here through hate.

Your time here will be neither short nor sweet, each second filled with despair.
As you are basted and roasted in Hell's heat, let other miscreants beware.

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