Whether I’m bright or dull, sharp or broken,
I will always be a sinner, I walked
Down onyx steps, I slipped past sleeping guards,
To the Halls of Amenti; it’s stormy up above!
There are howling banshees who eat corpses,
Of their slaver husbands of the world above,
Jeweled fountains of ancient legends,
And skittish races of humanoid monsters.
There are caverns that slope down to waters,
Of subterranean seas, with boatmen
Scaring bats away from ready vessels,
Waiting only for the word to cast-off.
The spelunker warns of this: we shall not
Disturb the crystal formations or jeweled
Outcroppings when we go down, towards
The deep core but pass through quickly.
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