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Down, down, down.
That sinking feeling engulfing y ou.
What is this horrid place
That enters your vision?
Hell?
No such thing exists.
Heaven?
Your false ideas of bliss.
You’re ignorant.
In the end it won’t help.
You may not fear now,
But when it comes
There will be no escaping it.
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