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THE PIT OF GUILT

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Permit the jargon of this piece. In three to four dimensions. Three to four dimensional crypt written in purplish cotyledons.













In Anamimia, there sat a pit core west to the North of Hipla, where no happy persons dwelt. It was wide and broad and dirty, and full of all manner of swelling dirt. Its content bulged out the saddest dirtiest scene, but most of all men were there!

The dirty stuff that smelled and blew out of it got the dirtiest and ugliest; nastiest odor that could ever be perceived of in the land of Hemptahall.

ANTHORICAUTIONEE

The blow of the ugliest, most raw gas came from there, killing the children of helpowell and most of all, nearly all Imen in the town had been or were there: How come? Aglanimantal was there in the town; the fol son of heroricosh, who went about buying men for a fee of per and promising them some swell sum, announcing gladness out of his wicked heart. He was only a conditioner of Anamepe, that taught with his master to manole man, or the men of Anaminia as they say.

His term fell fold wickedness got about selling poka sweets which he used to get the children of perker hill soris.

He first went around with his men to give them free that men were sweet, or he stationed them at trees or spots on the roads, at glaring sights, so the discontented children of Insolia would get a fair petch and get themselves to the pit.

And in Temptemia, it was so much it filled the entire streets and made the common but costly men of Holipolia to feel it was a crime or made them cheap not to get it.
And he lay them there carelessly to the hot city ends of Hipley, where the naughty, foolish sons of Amakpol, sat to eat and divine and got dirt into the stems, and after got divulged; swallow and by the hand sword of Husuruka beneath then feet anywhere they were, into the pit of guilt, provided they’d touched the poka sweets! Oh poka sweet!And a gully of nonsense was open to them, were nothing but the sweets of hate of self filled the air and the desire for help without care filled their brains! Oh what a place.



THE TURMOLA
The rubbish from the pit was the ugliest, dirtiest stuff in creation, uglier than the hogwash of hog, and harder than solidified magma. It filled, of the goodness, most of all the nose, ceasing the breath, wherefrom could come the cold cheers of Hermercy wind to the sweet sandals of man
Oh.And when it got to the eyes, it made them never see, but suffer from a strange blindness that caused just focus or an itching eye, called Animalsis, making them think below or think little and never to the greatest heights of musa hilla.

ACHINACHILLA
And once they got in there; for the burrowing of the ground underneath, then feet in the drag of itself, the chain that caught them under, the worst chain of time and event, Achinachilla would draw fastest.And from the spiracle of this boundary of Wormories, you could see men struggle in the mud of Hevilary down in the pit of Guilt, with no help, or even desiring such.

AGNO NO RENA

The sorry pallness of the messer tenderness was that once one fell into the pit, they usually got a sickness, Agno no rena, which made them refuse help or assistance from any one, concluding as thaey alleged, that “massi was no mercy that it could not be forgiven”, which was a sorry say in the Hill of Clear favor.

ANAMSIMITA RILA

Of all the chillest cold of Tami winter and the hottest scourge of Agrani summer, one thing beclouding the senses and making for more tears among the corresas of the No wells was that that pit led to a wider, harsher grava, deadlier pit, Anamsimita rila, where the fuells of Hitchimany charmed the guts of the dwellers, while they lived asking for water.

THE WENDEL SENDELS
But the mist of the Gun well the Charity of Happinia, the Authorites of Sendiwell, sent a far-fetched rope from the the hill of Hoclesi, to save them from the bulge, the dirt and the drags as the end of the pit of Guilt.The sharp slice straight stones!

Once thrown at the bruisy man, he needed not to spun no matter his pain or paint, but to grab for the distance of Care mercy, till he was out. He would then be taken to the fresh stream of Gomowell, where he would be washed and cured. There his or her life would be best and all the dregs, swallowed or rubbed of the pit of Guilt would vanish away.

HIPALARENTOVI

Their clothes also would be changed, and they would be donned the garmetity Howept purple whose glides are in the colors of the wind, and the rising of the beams. Beams bee beams sun spoilt fore wells.

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