Bleeding dreams, hearing screams of demons stream from deep in the fire.
Cast out and stricken into a fissure engulfed of flames in this maelstrom of famished dead born creatures deep in the fire.
Silence of guidance fills the air and lingers in the dominant smoke of a vile sound that thrives here deep in the fire.
Laughter of turmoil torments and scorns a once unadulterated shell deep in the fire.
Bound in vain with breasts exposed and thighs wide, a once fruitful place injected with knives of slaves deep in the fire.
A soul once owned set loose by the light of a single name that came from the dying spirit of shame set free a part from the fire,
Here to remind you.