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A life, spent

Your time, elapsed

Enter the necromanteion

Penetrate into the realm of the deceased

All of your suffering

Washed away by the river of woe

All-encompassing, the dread that continues to grow

The wicked assemble on the acrid shores

Their grief dissipates into the Acheron

Pay the ferryman

Cross the border to the damned

Onward to the river sticks

A flow of hatred from the goddess of oath

Ghostly apparitions

Cries and lamentation fills the air

No remorse for your misery

No excuse for your wretched life

Onward to Phlegethon

Whose fiery floods lead to agony

As you approach the prison of Tartarus

Their deeds cannot be erased

Bid farewell to the ferryman

His eyes devoid of sympathy

Descend into the pit

No Elysian fields await

No mercy for the damned

A stark realization, you brought this on yourself