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Welcome to the oblivion. Enter and abandon all hope.

Hell is not just a place where we suffer. Hell is a place where we suffer, and nobody can hear us.

Imagine a place where reigns eternal night. You hope that one day the dawn will come, but the darkness does not go away... I was there. Down there, I was surrounded by emptiness. But I never had one.

If you're going through hell, keep going.

How far is it to earth? Why go so slowly?
- Ask the wind. We are alone here, not counting the creatures living in the depths. <...> You shakes. And I was rocking on the ground, it is too vicious. Madeline is my refuge and my compass. You see that, Mr. Harp clouds over the horizon? This means that there stanzas - the hand of Satan. This great and powerful hand, starting from Hades, rises out of the water in the air. She's looking for ships, full shower in order to satisfy their hunger. If you get caught in this arm, it can lift you a few feet above the waves and a destructive force to throw back into the ocean. Or she can pull you to the bottom. And now we're heading in the clutches of the devil. I'd made peace with the God in whom you believe. Do not worry about the duration of our trip, since I don't know if we can be on the other side.
- We must Fortunate. Or I will haunt you in hell.
- Maybe we're already in it, Mr. Harp.

- Was one soul that I tortured in Hell. And, like a good masochist, he commanded it. "Burn me." "Freeze me". "Hurt me". The way I did. And this continued for centuries until that day, yet for some reason he didn't take his daily punishment. And when I came back He was crying. "Please, my king," he said. "Don't forget me again. I promise I'll be good." And then I realized that he is so full of self-loathing, there is no grain of self-respect, my cruelty didn't matter. If I paid him a little attention, it betrayed the meaning of his existence... Pointless.
- Why are you telling me this?
- Because he reminds me of you. Do you think I changed? You, former angel, wretched, and powerless, did not think of a more shameful way to live out their days, but to rely on handouts from me, which will remind you of the days when you were important.
I know what you're doing. Can shoot the messenger if you must. But just know that I'm around.

Welcome to hell. We have prepared for you a Suite. Ha-ha-ha-ha! Kidding. Will be worse than ever, and you are still ahead.

The worst thing in the underworld to understand that her gates are only entrance.

Hell is getting a bit crowded, but it is better to suffer for eternity in the company. But there is a place for everyone.

In hell so many circles... Love variety! The more the merrier!

Your sins must be especially heavy... That's just how I'm through the gate dragged?

Here's a ticket to hell! And you a ticket to hell! ALL THE FREE TICKETS TO HELL!!!

Question: How did the fact that some spirits in the language of their finding their own superiority, very serious people about hell and purgatory answered in agreement with a narrow-minded about their concept?
Answer: They speak a language that is understandable to those who asked. If these people are too stuffed with some ideas, the spirits don't want too sharp to touch them, so as not to offend their beliefs. If a spirit without any oratorical precautions told the Muslim that Mohammed is no prophet, he would have met a very poor reception.

Oh, though the battles won
The war has just begun
No time for love
You gotta run, you gotta run
And there, there they go again
The voices in your head telling you
You don't belong here
You don't belong here
Oh, let go of the lie
Oh, leading to the fire
Went a long way when you fell
Like an angel in hell




The battle is won
But the war has just begun.
No time for love,
You need to escape, you must escape.
And there they continue.
The voices in your head telling you,
You don't belong here.
You don't belong here...
Let go of this lie
Driven by fire,
You've come a long way when fell
Like an angel in hell...