Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I shall endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

Papers, papers piled to the ceiling of the first cave, so tall and grand that the Empire State Building couldn’t even scrape the top but the

PAPERS can they CAN, can, can did you no that they’re are more pAPER$ in the New York City state than can fit in the Empire State? Do you know? Do you no? You do not no. I am the first to no and so that it why I am writing this message to you from the top of the stack of PaperS that now rest at the ceiling of the first level of !HELL! yes I said it did you know that New York fits entirely inside of Hell? New York City fits all the way on the first level and there is room for the rest of the cities and little towns of the world in the rest of this one particular hell that people go to when they think in one particular way and become prey to one particular god. Anyway, welcome to Hell.

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