WHERE HIS UNHOLY TORMENT MAY BE A TESTAMENT TO HIS
WRECHED LIFE AND WICKED WAYS. HIS SKIN FLAYED AND HIS
VISCERA SCATTERED ABOUT, HE WILL WEEP AND CRY BUT IT WILL
ONLY BOLSTER THE RESOLVE OF HIS TORMENTERS, FOR THEY HATE
HIM. HE WILL KNOW WHAT TRUE FEAR AND PAIN IS, BUT IT WILL BE
NO SOLACE FOR THERE WILL BE NO END AND NO ESCAPE. HIS
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ETERNITY WILL BE SOURED WITH AN ANGUISH LIKE ONE COULD
NEVER IMAGINE. HIS SKIN WILL CRACK LIKE DESERT SOIL, AND HIS
VEINS WILL BLEED LIKE THE TIGRIS AND EUPHRATES, BUT NEVER
ENOUGH TO QUENCH THE THIRST OF HIS ABUSERS. HELL IS NOW AS
HELL WILL ALWAYS BE, HAS ALWAYS BEEN, BUT THE FEAR BLEEDING
INTO HIS EYES, HIS SCENT, AND HIS RESOLVE IS A NEW HEAVEN TO ME