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ㅤㅤㅤㅤENNEAD CIRCLETS OF SERPENT:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤREFLECTING DIVERSIFORM SINS.
ㅤ ㅤ“Imprudent canons drove inferno, hither.” /
ㅤ ㅤTruth be told, libertinism dispenses finality.

GODLY INTERVENTION; Kept a tally of sorrow, sin, trespass, and hatred. Each round—would befall of tweaked immorality, the chagrined would be chastised, by breach of etiquette. To whom shall we turn for mercy? Piece of doggerel has taught it—almost spewing out, foundering verse after verse that plunges upon the soil. Traverse schemes produced in poetry by perspectives of hell, disquieting and wounding cowed minds. Depravities are classified sequentially, streaked up, and compiled in rehearsal for the retribution of pertinent ones. The bluster of the howl for mercy, yet there’s no exoneration for the wrongdoer. Our vision pivoted to the principal figures in days of yore who stood above the embers of hellfire—culpable of wickedness.

“Alas, our sins, our sentences, unite into our souls.” —AN AGED FORTUNE-TELLER.
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