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Awake and alone

Trapped in a moonlit hole

Waist deep in putrid liquid

With no escape

In a panic I try to climb

Nowhere to grip, no way to climb

Surrounded by rotting corpses

Whose bodies generate a deadly miasma

As I breath this putrid air

My vision distorts, my lungs collapse

Loss of strength and mental capacity

Crying out but nobody will come

Sulphuric Tragedy