limbo fell all the unbaptized believers of christ
and they are cursed by livin in a heavenlly way of life


after is lust
and the victims are cursed,by desires and natural urges
are the mildest among their siiiiins.

of wantoness violence
and fraud are lower the
structure of virtue and vice


but to that second circle of sad hell
where'mid the gust,the wirlwind,and the flaw

of a rain and hail-stones

pale the sweet lips i saw

and pale were the lips that i kissed
about that melancholy storm
i saw their howls were loud

the surrender to sin began
with mutual indulgence leads


kind of some humans
one light in the dark
until i turn my head

there is no spark

there is no sound

there is no breath
i see the barrriers
new fence

new hell

can see the bugs now

their sin bright marks
sickness of greeeeeeeed
a bigger sin to reign

one by one
saw shadows in this hole
bark like a dog

another day-another circle
kind of some humans
one light in the dark

until i turn my head
there is no spark
ghost of the hoard

why do you suffer?
finding a chaos to ground
will allow me to pass

no heroes
no evil
no prison to escape

worth holding me
i will survive in the dark