Canto 6 (Third Circle)

Zach Winters

Compositor: Zach Winters

Dante awakes in the Third Circle, it's snowing
Incessant rain falls in putrid sheets
This the pain of the wallowing gluttons
To be ripped apart by beasts

They say they lie each day beneath the jowls of Cerberus
Their fat and swollen icy bodies are obscene
They're strewn about as if they were garbage
Damned indecency

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