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Pure Gold There walked a man who had a spirit of pure gold. Pure love was his principles, love and amity and splendour without comparison to all things. By insight and free of sin, he was flawlessness in human form. To his own will was to free all  others out of love itself. This man who was wonderful, gave himself to weakness, sin and contempt. This man took all of this upon himself, being beaten, scarred  and tormented spiritually and bodily that is so unspeakable it brings tears to even pure evil. His love and hope for mankind is unaltered and always constant, he loves man so much  that it is like a tangible energy. Mocked, beaten to nea

The inferno to burn without end, rages inside this place of unbounded hurt. Convenient are three levels to this shape of the mind along with essence. The superficial obscurity, it's searing here to intermittently set them on fire, but not endlessly. Cold and hot both subsist here, some areas colder some hotter. The first level is of a vast unfruitful desert on fire. The disgusting odour of burning everything is here, and the heat is past reasonable. The second level is of nothing but a vast oven of flames, explosions and roaring screams of pain. Up or down do not subsist at this point, just fire and pain. The third and final level is the

The dead. Killed by nature and events created. Those caught up in ignorance suffer in a void of no light or dark. Evil you may say, but this is ignorance! The dark energy and loneliness and pain emanates from them like a raging fire. Awareness goes with it, but disperses in this void of everything. But when a lot of dead are in the same loneliness state, this awareness takes on something new, forged by it. Now aware of itself, it only functions on growing pain, getting stronger until absolute isolation is only left. This is the greatest pain for eternity. This force now expands with the pain and finds a new and more painful existence,