on the floor of hell

If I had the harsh and clacking verses
to match this miserable hole
on which every other rock weighs down,

I would press the juice from my concept
more fully, but, because I don't,
I will make myself speak, and not without fear;

because it is no task to take up in jest,
to describe the bottom of the whole universe,
nor one for a tongue that cries for mommy or daddy.

Inferno 32:1–9

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