Dungeon Called Hell

Awaking from a dream in a prison stretched on a wretched bed,
surrounded by gaolers, turnkeys, bolts,
and all the miserable apparatus of a dungeon.
You're trapped
with a desired compassion filled with the flames of eternal hell,
agonizing suffering exemplified with the corruption of darkness.
The power of night doomed this terrible spirit
sacrificing yourself to the monster.
You bury yourself in the pain of others, trapped in darkness,
the inanimate body you posses will now vanish from existence.
You suffer for eternity
In this dark tower
You call hell.

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