Hollow Ale

At the end of Hollow Ale,
A world of fire and Hell.
Torturous screams that cry,
Men, woman, and children that lie;
A rotten fragrance smells the air,
Blood and excrement cover the chairs,
Sanity and Fantasy are exquisite lovers in a savaged mind.

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