Should we suffer from Tartarus, the Asphodel Meadows or the Elysian fields?

A Story by Swirl

We fear from the clutches of Hades , impure thoughts, servant of others, snoring demons without carnal marginal substance, I'll remind you that the angel testify evil from goodness. Loreine vanished by the Jesuits riots, with snail shells detached its inevitable pulses, coagulation arrived late, a strike numbed his vast stay, how easy it is to disappear before dawn luminescence, although we live slandering, we'll be disintegrated so worthy to be evoked, what an irony! you ship without opening the blinds petals escaped core dusted, tired of giving in to the bees aroma , dew pollen, get honey from other substances , vehemently protested, How I risk myself to follow balanced monotony of good-bad?, how we’ll burned in torturous walls of the beasts with whips, iron maidens , with hooks to catch us without any kind of comfort? Or limiting stellar sky powders, instant holes worms , revocation of electromagnetism , constraints from lack of oxygen, the neurotic delirium by globalization, consumerism damn empty without reason, hatred spawned to fight wars by state the dream that produces frustrated aside their passions to be servant of that neutralized their mantras, we climb the moon by our thoughts.