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The Box has been opened,

I am in a labyrinth of evil

Trapt in a maze of dispair,

whispers haunt me

Above is brimstone,

below is fire

My soul longs to be free

but I am in the chains of misery

Every moment is pain,

my thoughts are being controlled 

Today is hell,

tomorrow is hel

My angels are dead,

they burn in the flames

The smell of their corpses

form a smog in the air

Black smoke makes it hard to see,

my ears have gone deaf to death