The desire to torment, its duty to punish
Once you have crossed that threshold
The pain will be too much to stomach
It takes pride in its work and does it well
It’s what is promised on the other side
On your way down the road to hell
Only the worst offender is sent to here
Only the unpure at heart
It will be faceless and emotionless
As it takes your soul apart.
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2026
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A tormentor born of the hells.
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