Grotesque puppets squirm, rotten
corpses; struggling against
the underworld. Twitching,
held tight; deaths grip, an
eternal straightjacket.
Groping fingers taper
from withered hands.
Screams of wrath;
drowned, by roaring flames,
relentless inferno.
Cult of life eternal.
Blind on life's path; now
blind in death, subject to
unremitting agony; eyes
clenched by taught skin
Sulphurous gasses choke.
Petty gasps, rotten breath.
To everlasting fire, bound;
imprisoned in darkness,
warping human shells.
Strayed from light,
to live in death; until,
the great bells that bind;
toll no more; existence
extinguished.
Where the fuck did this come from? 
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