A perpetual hell, glistening abyss, spiraling into thought with a spark. When you're alone the screams can't be real, right? Don't lose yourself within the halls of madness, never allow your soul to sink into the gurgling pit of sin. The resting place of all sinners, born from the hateful will of old times, vengeance wrought with blistering fury and bald diligence. Your strive for cold, slick, revenge caught in your throat like a crack induced cottonmouth. Bloodletting the wicked and pricking their thumbs, allegiance to the great power that is, fear their strike for their blades are strung with death.