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amid twirling twilights and violets vapors he lies upon an earthen mound stripped of the honor of men stripped of breath submerged in an eternal slumber his eyes closed scanning the inward horizons for the skeletal ferryman to transport his soul over Hell's waters through devils thickets and Hades' swamps to a land of numbness where blinding light shears the skin where the greys of life are dispelled into sharp black and white where a child lies within Lucifer's mouth heaven is a mirage hell is a dream death is an awakening and thus the prince waits deep within the darkest forest |