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[underworld-suggestions]

what is gold to the dead? what is a coin to the ferryman? what is wealth to the god of it?

[underworld-suggestions]

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of fire

The dear wife Lux needed it near

To soak her baby under

Its ashes display the deal that was made

By the king in the heareafter

A deal with the devil, her husband rebel

Who knew no else would ever get to her level

[underworld-suggestions]

let the flesh bags keep their hope! we don’t need it down here, for our way is oh so seeable in the muck and fire.

[underworld-suggestions]

there is no hope here. isn’t that wonderful? no deviation then!

…what do you mean im crying

[underworld-suggestions]

there is no hope here.

[underworld-suggestions]

‘Santa’ is just another way to spell ‘Satan’

[underworld-suggestions]

let me dance to the beat of your breaths, pink lungs pulling in and out. let me grin when I hold your heart, dripping over the remains of your body. let me cry once i realize what has been done.

[underworld-suggestions]

you’d sooner be able to set fire to the moon than move the underworld.