The evil creatures were crying from the deep and dark chasm,
They were groaning in pain and despair in that frightening hell,
The happy dwellers of the bright world heard the coarse cry,
They were unfamiliar with it.
The devils of the murky chasm deserved to be punished
For their sinful misdeeds in their favourable time,
The wicked creatures pleaded the benevolent inhabitants of the shining world to rescue them from the infinite torment,
But the deep and gloomy fissure had got its proper and perfect prey,
It would never let them go from its firm and stubborn clutches;
So, it closed its door in time
And the tormented beings had to accept their inevitable doom.
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