The Order of the Gash

From a box, a world of pleasures unseen.
Utter indulgence for a life unclean.
Fingers rub the edge of the golden cube
And opens the door for Hedone’s rube.
Expectations of Heaven turn to Hell.
In eternal suffering he shall dwell.
No difference between pleasure and pain.
His flesh ripped and torn in damnation’s game.
Chains of steel and bloody hooks tear apart
A vessel of soul and a hellbound heart.
Entwined and embraced by hellish lovers
Angels to some and demons to others.
Pushed to the edges of experience,
He is probed by tools of indifference.
Cutting and slicing in numerous ways
His cries ignored for infinite days.
Reminded always by the pierced man
This suffering was by the victim’s hand.
He is the loser on a foolish bet.
No suffering is greater than regret.

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