A dreary shadow approaches my face
We question ourselves what is this place
What is this place we have brought ourselves into
Down this dark hallway we must ensue

The flames of the candles flicker high
We have no view, no view of the sky
Smoke fills the air, our lungs brimming with soot
We do not know do we continue or do we stay put

This hallway we travel is dark and narrow
But we are stout and our minds are marrow
The light we see, at the end of this path
We rush, and run, jump, and dash

The trees are green the sky is blue
The water is sparkling, and it’s waves are true
For hell we have beaten
And it’s fruits left uneaten  

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