Through Me Pass into the Painful City,
Through Me Pass into Eternal Grief,
Through Me Pass among the Lost People.
Justice Moved My Master-Builder:
Heavenly Power First Fashioned Me
With Highest Wisdom and with Primal Love.
before Me Nothing Was Created That
Was Not Eternal, and I Last Eternally.
All Hope Abandon, You Who Enter Here.
The Gate of Hell, The Apathetic, Charon
DANTE

Born into sin-the primordial child of DJINN-an IBLIS-no wonder my life's an eclipse-hope has run dim-then i saw him-
take my hand and jorney- through the gates of hell and purgatory-
with no life- and surcoming to trife-a part of me rejoiced- to this voice-took this angels hand and walked to realm one of my choice-
gate onewere thos without blame-awaiting eternity to hell but they were there already sleign-they claimed no god not even by name-so were in tears of blood rained-to the ground as worms engulfed their pain.
newt the philosophers and those that lived before being baptised-though no sin here is where they were forced to reside-
to the side MINO stood as angels fell- this level was judgment the place were your sins distinquished your place in hell-
fallowed was the home of those that lust- qwhere blacked air beat the flush to they were tortured and flushed-here is were love did not exsisit as one but as many a crush-

And I, standing there to stare intently,
Saw in that morass people smeared with mud,
All naked, their faces lined with rage.

They beat each other not just with their hands
But even with their heads and chest and feet
And with their teeth ripped each other to pieces.

My own good master said, "Son, now you see
The souls of those whom anger overpowered.
I also want you to accept for certain

but waite this was my sin-is this were i end? and the angel shared with me here heaven isnt your friend- here is the origin- of that is men-
the next to levels would be my purgatory throne-between arrogance and wrath 2 which i both belonged- i saw tourtured men-disfiguired women- who lived only by the beauty now saw-to be what they feared most something appauled- then wrath were kings queens and those who faught for treason-they felll before my feet asking me for a reason.
i gave none- an angel i am not one-that which you did i to have done- hell is not hoy for heaven is with the sun- satan wasnt an angel but another of gods sons-
i must flee this place i cant bare anymore- and i ran and ran but beneath me no floor-
a river of boiling blood-where heretics-hung on crucifix- before me the grim reaper rowing his boat i must be at the river styx-
there a thousand hands pulled me i felt no ground-but here is where i belong so there is where i drowned-
still at the top of hell consumed at the stench of death-my own fear my guide as i awoke from where i slept.