>>86746675In the depths of Morijigoku, where shadows lie,
The deadbeats slumber, honored to die.
A bath awaits them, thick with fate,
Morimito’s grasp, a darkened gate.
It devours the flesh with fervent might,
Leaving bones pristine, in the cold moonlight.
For the humble, white, the bones remain,
But others glow in Death’s sweet reign.
Pink they turn, like dawn’s soft rise,
As potent fluid claims its prize.
The golden hue for those revered,
In death as they were, deeply feared.
For the greatest of all, the liquid’s embrace
Turns bone to crystal, with a spellbound grace.
Infused with magic, a final bloom,
Before the catacombs, their endless tomb.
In the labyrinth halls, the deadbeats rest,
Silent, enchanted, forever blessed.
Morijigoku hums with their silent song,
Where death is sacred, and they belong.
