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Stephanie Musarra is a college student majoring in web design. She has poetry published in "Eskimo Pi Literary Magazine," and "Literary Yard Magazine." Desire Equals Power Desire equals power Is written on Hell’s crumbling towers As the screams grow louder The seeds of hate Have made you strong Father of lies Born of corruption Daughter of the Hell spawn In Hell you can never be free A land devoid of peace Abandon hope all ye Who enter Can be said by anyone Who’s been there Dimension Wazikawa Words yet unspoken Echo throughout A land forlorn As the shifting sands Surge through violent storms A once mighty kingdom A land time forgot Where proud warriors fought Now what remains to be seen But a fragment of a dream A voice whispers through Endless time, and space “All is lost, all is lost In Dimension Wazikawa” The Grand Convergence Darkness converges upon A myriad of lost souls A scream of anguish echoes From down below Of a familiar voice I thought I had once known To torment, and torture I was exposed To find the lost cry Of that unknown soul A once proud man wanders the Dimly lit portals of hell A brief lapse of reason He bled his life away In these stone, and gray wastes He walks chain, to chain These damned souls hang their heads low And shuffle their feet Wandering day, and night to a Destination they will never find They are confined to a section of hell Known as the “Wood of Suicides” Maldek Choked with red dust
Stones rain from the sky Robots do our jobs People would rather die Islands float in the sky Crystalline life forms An artificial moon Upon domed cities
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