A certificate from a poem by inferno

A certificate from a poem by infeo Cold are the massive walls of deep Hell   Demonic animals are waiting for their contributions:   Agaliarept, the henchman of the host country   He holds the supreme diabolic deep: waiting forever? Your eyes a state of war:   Here is the cosmic speed demons and spirits;   Between the surface of the oceans and tides,   Waiting for testing, arguing skies.Down Hell? Courses: sweep the flames off   The blood is wet, the walls are eating:   Thunder, unbigoted, unresting, trains?   Immeasurable nights, smoking halls.Here you? eteal gates (for the destinies) Raise   For the human types, not numbered induce tears   Here, you? The huge disc of the vast Sunday   Empire responsible for the dark red blood draw? A death! O dim bowls of fire, with a weak disturbance   Thine the deeply mysterious silence today   Held by the spectral pire of the past:   ? Be patient,? Satan tells us? ll rule the weak! Days before Befall this clumsy abyss   Time to relax is a dark prison: postponed   And the legions of hell, God? S;   The penalty in the vicinity of the human race: Hell's playing. # 1366 6/3/2006Commentary we, as human beings do not keep the peace with death, even a peace treaty with the hell that is the vocation unchosen, unworthy, the degradation of beauty, is knocking at our door, so come all the way to hell? s corridors, the Minister of honey on the divided heart of the earth, like a hungry bear. We are capable of hesitation, but I am. See Dennis' web site: Article Source: