Fire
A pit of fire.
Cast bones into the pit and interpret the signs.
Summon the devil from the pit and worship his kind.
Flee, Logic! Flee, Reason!
You are a bladeless knife, a pointless rapier;
You are worthless!
Will I ever be free from the anguish?
Will I ever be free from the torment?
What have I done?
There is no hope.
I cast myself into the fire.
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