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Just some ramblings. I couldn't think of a proper title so I based it off some imagery i had from the first line.

Satan is quick, on this here earth
Who are you rooting for
Which is being fed the more
Examplars, cases and pointers of grey meat
Raw with heat of a buried soul
in the ashes of existence

Hard to tell such deep levels of illusion
He who is low, is cold,
for the sun does not reach,
the bottom of a deep hole

And to be blinded,
is to see the warm darkness
like a cat on it's 7th life
Time to get it right

Revolving doors in and out of hell
Escalators, Leading up and down,
and to and from, the heavens below,
and in front of our eyes,
Above only space and blue sky