They lack hope;
no redemption,
no salvation.
They are dead but alive.
Dark soldiers torture them
day and night.
Screams of mercy on their
lips,
tears of regrets on their
cheeks.
Fire rolls upon them,
worms dance on their
tongues.
They are prisoners of war,
and they will never be
rescued.
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