(The truth needn’t always be good. Sometimes it’s bitter and ugly and, well, destructive)
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here
for this is the place where fallen angels crawl.
Where your worst fears are a walking reality
and the only conundrum is your bubbling morality.
Where winter cold chills the marrow and soul
and breath is rationed to all condemned,
all castles in the clouds fall down brick by brick
and you stand in place nailed down by shock.
All sweet dreams feasted by demented beings
and fights break out for a pound of your flesh.
Where hearts sink to watery depths
and then painlessly burst into oblivion.
Where the evil that rises out of the wolves
slowly poisons the veins of mankind,
rendering your conscience dangerously helpless
in the face of the dark threats that lurk around.
Where clarion flies over your head night and day
and maggots get a feasting when people rejoice,
all the meat you eat there is poisoned, even in your sleep,
That is where an Inferno simmers under the streets.
You hear pleas of help yet are unable to pull
people out of the pits of their own miseries
for you are powerless whilst you bear
the weight of the truths you find here.
No light shall fester, no deliverance upheld.
So, abandon all hope, ye who enter here.