A pit of fire.

Cast bones into the pit and interpret the signs.

Summon the devil from the pit and worship his kind.

Flee, Logic! Flee, Reason!

You are a bladeless knife, a pointless rapier;

You are worthless!


Will I ever be free from the anguish?

Will I ever be free from the torment?

What have I done?

There is no hope.

I cast myself into the fire.


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