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sewn shut, they could do nothing.
not a sound escaped.
the world was dark around them.
the poison dripped and dripped
and tortured.
their children were writhing in Hell’s arms.
they were dying and living and dying and living.
no one cared.
it was silent in the cave.
they did not cry.
the only sound was the sound
of poison dripping from the serpent’s maw
onto scarred and half-baked flesh.
they were no longer a person.
they were Pain, Hurt, Poison, Broken, Death.


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