Long climb down steep trail
Landslide, boulders, and ruins
The wreckage Christ made
The first violent zone
Bestiality and rape
The monster of Crete
It sees us. Virgil
Curses at the Minotaur
It goes wild with rage
We slip past unseen
Further down, a blood river
Boils, and froths, and screams
We're stopped by Centaurs
They draw their bows, a rape gang,
A hunting party
Virgil calls Chiron,
Explains our mission and asks
Safe passage across
The river of blood.
We ride the centaur Nissus
Past the Violent Damned
Bush, Cheney, Hitler
Alexander and Pol-Pot
All submerged in blood
As we reach the ford
I recognise many souls
From my life on earth
On the other side
We are left by the centaur
And move on, alone.
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