My mind weeps because your flesh desires lust. My soul in pain endorse my weep as the lowest of the men the snow and rain and rain and snow again that falls onto the paths of our city trembling in chaos. The city… Ah! What act of God to create Heaven! If it is as true as one Christian might say, and o! If it is true, and Hell then I shall choose. Hell I choose over Heaven cause my senses cannot endorse this either, but Hell I can; as it is here and seen it... I have already felt the blazes. The beauty that is there… in heavens are not for the senses of tormented men.
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If I see the gates then I shall burst in weep. A weep that flood the earth it will.
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Gardens, life eternal, beauty, glory of sublimity... these I will refuse as others from the pits they yell. I love more the criminal then I.