Abiding Hell
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"Abiding Hell" is a containment of extracts resulting from inner self thoughts, emotions, anguish, lust, and mortal sins. It is a description of what we have become and how we will end as mortal ashes due to sweet divine revenge. It is the image of the rise of Dystopian miracles at the end of the edges of intimacy and coldness.
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