The wounds left behind by sinners can never be healed. That is why they stay in hell, and will forever.
A plague can be contained, but never reasoned with. A skull can hold more than just a brain, but never anything less.
The muse if souls was right, the void beckons us all forth, an we follow her directions. Hell will sink like Eden.
The fires of demise burn bright with new life. The muse of souls, the bard of the void will make an inevitable return.
