Giacomo Costello Brothers

“Crossing a sea of rot to meet the host of this infamous place, I had to control my hands trembling with fear. Of all the stories, the urge to find out which one is true has brought me here. Imagination does not go beyond what is inherited during life, and to notice the beauty of darkness traced by the withering red of lava flowing like a perverse river with no return. Desperate souls who don't know their own sins punishing themselves without end, and few so few that I could count on my fingers, accepted their destiny humming about the happiness in accepting what they are, what they were born to be, destinies traced from the cradle to exercise such perversity, now receiving caresses from the one who instilled in them wickedness. I should, as a good Christian, find it fetid and rotten, but to the Father that I serve the lie is a temptation, so I tell them the truth if paradise is not as good as hell, leave me here with the thorns of my soul and the thorns of my rose spilling the blood of my sins in this room lined with desires being presented by darkness itself with all the debauchery in letting itself be conquered by the Devil.”