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I no longer want to think of the depths of hell or what dwells inside fire. my mind has cracked inside of it all and has had visions of Satan. i am but cool water to him as he welded my mind open.

I no longer want to please Satan. although his innocent shines bright, it is his stench that over welms me. to have dug through the palace of hell and been given a prison these chains i must break.

I no longer want to be visited by the demons of the night. surrounded in a cloak of darkness gagged by a garmet of death. alone i am, as my soul is tourmented for water.

Thus into steam i go. captured and abused thousands of times a night, to cool the devil and bring him fresh pleasure.

I no longer want to live. yearning to complete my mission and return to my Maker.