Inferno's Wrath

Welcome to my kingdom, where terror is born,

Where the air itself is razor-sharp, and your flesh is torn.

Step forward, helpless, into the jaws of despair,

Where your mind will shatter and you’ll choke on the air.

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The walls—they're not stone, but rotting, alive,

Screaming faces claw at you, desperate to survive.

The ground splits open with a thunderous crack,

And hands from the abyss pull you violently back.

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You think the flames burn? No, they whisper your sins,

And with every breath, the madness begins.

They curl around your skin, but don’t scald—it’s worse,

They twist into your thoughts, a demonic curse.

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The rivers here roar with the wails of the damned,

Churning with blood, shredded dreams, and sand.

Each step drags you deeper into the thick,

Where nightmares take form, slow and sick.

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But it’s the sky, oh, the sky, that will make you cry—

Endless and black, where your soul comes to die.

The stars above? They’re the eyes of the dead,

Watching you writhe as they tear you to shreds.

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You’ll hear the voices, the ones you betrayed,

Begging for mercy in the shadowed parade.

But they don’t stop screaming, and they don’t let you rest,

Each echo a knife, piercing your chest.

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The demons here? They don’t carry chains—

They crawl from your mind, inside your veins.

They latch onto your heart, gnawing at the bone,

Turning your thoughts into shrieks of their own.

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And here’s the final stroke, the eternal dread:

You’ll never die—you’ll wish you were dead.

Your skin will rot, your bones will decay,

But your mind, poor soul, will forever stay.

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So welcome, my slave, to the end of your time,

Where sanity frays, and your screams never rhyme.

This isn’t torture; it’s a banquet of fear,

And I’ll feast on your horror for endless years.