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Troubled souls have no rest,

for a reprieve in Purgatory is unheard of.

Wandering aimlessly,

awaiting their final judgments,

souls stretch for miles and miles as they mill about.

Decisions for some are made;

they arise and leave the White Room.

Some descend into fiery chasms,

others ascend into eternal Paradise.

Spirits are forever damned either way;

the White Room always leaves its mark.



Souls leave for their Odysseys with the mark embedded upon their brows,

a coding burned into their astral figures.

Some call it the key into peaceful eternity,

or the slip into fire;

really, there is no proper name for it,

for each calls it what they will.



Lives lived by water and grass shall ascend,

forever to suckle upon the teat of Paradise.

Those engulfed in flame and mysticism,

rejected by a stereotypical heaven, a home of love,

are cast into the dark, burning pits of dehumanization.

Some abide, against their wills;

others resist, throwing their fate like dice,

only to nervously await the final landing.



Arising above the rest, we find a select few ascending,

up and up, into the realm of bliss and wisdom.

At the gates, they are treated with utmost regard and care;

every need is instantly taken care of,

with their wants and desires being fulfilled as well.

Paradise is their new haven—

like little children, they scamper off and make themselves known to all within;

this land is the desire of all souls.

Yet, those who find it restricting and riddled with stereotypes,

they shall find their sanctuary beneath the soils of the Earth.



Fire and ash of the catacombs;

burning legions of undead and wandering rogues.

It is here that souls must end up

of they were condemned of living an improper life.

Mental and physical tortures are the law of the land

within this fiery Inferno.

Some are to be forever damned in the blaze,

whilst others simply do not abide;

escape is not an option,

albeit destruction is.



Therefore, the line in Purgatory grows;

day by day, the numbers increase and its populous skyrockets.

Some shall ascend,

others descend.

It is all up to the owner of the souls present,

the life forms that mold their own existence.

Reality determines what comes next;

Purgatory becomes stronger.