Assigned I was a single Hell

That was but one of nine.

The smell, the death, and all the hate

Was of grand, no great design!

For each devil had his part to play

These denizens of Fell

Sins borne by immigrants

By souls now ward of way,

Damned, unloved

Astray,

Cogs for the fire so to say. 

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Alas, my Lord has long been missing now

An endless absence to a lesser end.

When was it last, perchance,

I saw the eyes of the Morning Bearer

Looking into mine?

Those seas of boundless gold,

Capable of command the size of space, if greater,

With but the barest glance.

It is a thing beyond description,

Beyond me, a fiend mere amidst masses

A thing without a name.  

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Time ticks slow as Death uncouth delivers

More men en masse to me

Judge, jury, judgment

All descends to me,

Here in this realm of eternal suffering and loss.

Oh Lord, your castellan awaits thee!

For this throne is sat reluctantly

It is no house upon the rock.

Unfit, in every sense, for me.

The lowest of the low. 

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Now drift dreams inside a consigned me

Night in, day out, vice versa

Where he returns and I am free

Though there is no need to sleep

Dreams by day are just that, dreams.

But Custodian forever? The thought, dare say

I will be honest is,

Enough to make me weep.