We are all in the Ninth Circle.
The fat and flabby Satan, that devil of old
Beats his leathery wings of decrepitude
Summoning such a freezing blast of wind
Not even the wildest of fires within the heart can withstand.
Humanity together as one cohesive disease
We wallow in our own filth to the noxious stench
Of the Great Beast’s putrescent and matted fur.
Here we live and die eternally.
We exist perpetually in the frozen land of Hell’s non-being.