As I walk through the Hall of Worlds
I try not to get drawn into hell,
Walking a tightrope above these cursed souls,
They want to defile the well,
They want to defile the world.
Red demons burn my body with their flaming hands,
Sometimes even I must make a stand
And fight my way out of this pit.
This power is dangerous
I cannot practice for too long,
But having said my piece,
I must find the strength to move on,
But as with hells host and the rest of the most
There is no choice here but to be strong.

Dominic Winter (c)

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