Hell is a cold place where we stand in a line with strangers, awaiting an unknown fate.   You hold my hands but can never warm them, and tell me a slew of grotesque true stories, drenched in blood —   Bodies hurtled through air, death by blunt force trauma. I plead with you to…

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