A flood of light and fire filled the heavens,
Along the sky, a murky chasm grew
And with a bullock cart of fallen rebels,
It sliced the Good and Evil into two.
Defiling light, it spins the world around,
And crushes victims with its heavy load.
And trampling the daylight to the ground,
The stallion returns to his abode.
He gallops to his master, black and stern,
And conquers fallen souls, on every turn.
PART III. Hell (11)
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