Into the Pit of Purging

O’ toxiferous iconoclast
What an honour it is to be cast
Into thy scaly pit of purging

For this sacred site is forever haunted
By the spirit of squandered seed

Yes! This is the plane of ultimate paradox
How can something so sweet taste so bitter?

"Why don't you ask them for yourself?"
-He whispered

From a removed perspective the deed was observed and it was clear
The nature of the bitterness was exuded from serpentine fangs
As a result of copulation with mortal flеsh

And thus is the nature of the spirit of squandеred seed
And how sweet it tastes!

The clay husk was punished until it bled bile, bone marrow, and spinal fluid
The vile liquid seeped down through the cracks of the world
To rot away deep inside

The eyes were plucked from its skull by the beasts of dispersion
Whereupon they were together placed at the zenith of the world
One gazing down with contempt
The other facing skyward in wonder, despite being blinded by the sun

And it was done
The spirit of 1+6 and the spirit of 13
Were once again liberated