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Down, down it goes. Where it stops, only the grave will know. The leeches crawl up the wall. Inside the key, slip and fall. When the sun goes down, the creatures come out, looking for prey. The dark changes the day. Scrawling on the floors, the portal to doom, crashing waves around them. The devil falls up, blinking, his eyes on fire. Pits of tranquility. Irriversibility. Invisibility. Satan smiles, waits awhile. The creatures crawl in, bow down to him. The utter Hell. No one can tell. But he fell, deep into that fiery well.
The Devil's Pure Hell
