We walk through the tombs
Open and burning, Dis cries
Judgement will shut them
Un-answered Questions
Epicurian Graveyard
My mind is troubled
A voice from the graves
Hey Florentine, what's your name?
Says Farinata.
As we exchange jabs
A soul asks about his son
I fail to answer
He cries in mourning
Farinata ignores this
"Your party will fall"
I ask a question:
Why can't you see the present?
Because it's God's Will
We see the future,
It's like being far sighted
but with time, not space
I ask forgiveness
Of the shade who weeps below,
His son is alive
Who else is in there?
An Emperor, a Cardinal
and thousands more souls.
I follow Virgil
Our path crests a high valley
The smell... deafening.
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