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One Serpent fell, and whistled, with a hiss,
And instantly, another came and fought, 
He spun the wounded light by the abyss,
And wound himself around the victim’s throat.
Embraced by fear, above your deep disdain,
You shut your eyes – and something changed inside.
In the abyss of the hopelessness, you strained
And blocked the path that led you towards Light.
The blindness and fear that made you tense
Are welcomed where the black of night is dense.
PART III. Hell (10)

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