The Place of the Proud
While laughing, and joking, fully self-assured, reasons abound precluding holy cure. Then, all too suddenly, snatched by death, and down, down into darkness, even its darkest depth. O the grim ages of torment, the grinding of the teeth, with misery for company, and no hope for relief. Yes, much time passes, until one
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