I rest within the Devils threshold,
Just inches from his grasp,
Forced to feast upon maggots falling from his rotting flesh,
To drink his tainted perspiration oozing from his bloody interstice,
Breathing in his sulfur intoxicated last breathe,
Scared of dieing alone in his room of burning brimstone.
Laying helplessly upon his floor,
Struggling to reach the silver door,
Wondering what awaits beyond this world.
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