Facilius Descensus Averno
The road to evil is easy.
That pathway paved with bone.
Where sorrow never sleeps.
And Satan's on his throne.
Anguished, drawn out screams of pain.
The supple lick of curling flames.
It is music to his ears.
Their requiem of tears.
Forever.
The gates of dark death stand wide.
Calling.
Inviting us inside.
Phil G. Inman Sr.
2006
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