Inferno I

Warwickshire, July 2026

Inferno.

Hell.

A minefield of compressed ash, ash-like; ash we become.

Burned quotidianly through illusory time upon this planet—a net, planned and orchestrated by devils. A lord with dominion over us, puppeteering and programming our every movement.

This hellhole keeps us stuck and bound by thoughts of hopelessness, despair and conformity.

Fear rules as king, and terror is its closest companion.

Yet within one of these circles, a light untouched by shadow begins to illuminate.

Consciousness.

Freedom.

Self-sovereignty.

Peace.

A holy communion with the Divine.

God, forgive us our sins.

May the fall into humility become our ascent.

Let us rise as light warriors rather than soldiers of the dark.

Bring us moisture that might quench our lost souls with manna from heaven.

Let us breathe with ease once more.

Let our scrawny, barbed-wire hearts be filled.

Let them be healed.

Written in Warwickshire, England while researching La Divina Commedia 📍