The wind blows away from me.
The earth crumbles under me.
Fire burns beneath.
If all hell is, is fire,
I am not afraid.
If all hell is, is desire,
I am not afraid.
I have known these thing,
Hated these things,
Indulged in these things,
But I have not grown immune.
Hell will be terrifying.
I am not afraid.
Hell will try and deceive me.
I am not afraid.
No matter how much fire,
The amount of desire,
It will not satisfy me.
I will never be happy without purity.
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