Thousands of souls are languishing in a suffering
In the torture chambers in captivity.
So many of them, like bees in the billions of cells.
Souls are dreaming about a happy death.
There's a sea of pain,
There is no day and night
All the same, the fetid smell of sulfur and eternal smoke no chance to breath.
Plead for a forgiveness in each of they word and second.
Souls come in Limbo-
To suffer, suffer, suffer and torture..
For external dream of wish to disappear.
In the dungeons of the body, surrounded by clanking tridents and shouting suffering.
Suffering the fate of this requisition ...
- Exclusive to Artfinder
- Best Price Guaranteed