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Facilis descensus averni

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anger confusion delusion demons desire dream fallen future greed hallucinations hate hell life pain past present speculation weakness wounds

Facilis descensus averni - The descent into hell is easy.

I doubt that I am talented enough to express the meaning or describe accurately what this poem is all about. The beauty of poetry is that we all are free to derive what so ever we wish to from it . So please feel free to share your perspectives with me.All Rights Reserved

anger confusion delusion demons desire dream fallen future greed hallucinations hate hell life pain past present speculation weakness wounds

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Tue, May 19, 2015

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Death's Scars

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