Canto 9

Atop the tall tower

sit three bikini-clad and bloodstained

furies, looking downward.

atop the tall tower sit three bikini-clad and bloodstained furies, looking downard, instagram post --ar 2:3

Anon covers my face with his hands.

“Avert thy eyes, my guy,

little Medusa may be nearby.”


anon covers my face with his hands avert thy eyes, my guy, little medusa may be nearby

Then, from across the Styx,

we see an angel on a jet ski

and she opens the gate.

then from across the styx we see an angel on a jet ski and she opens the gate --chaos 90 --ar 2:3

Through the gates, a cemetery of

feeble influencers

desperately crawl out of shallow graves.


through the gates::0.5 a, cemetery::2 of feeble influencers desperately crawl::2 out of shallow graves, Hieronymous Bosch selfie::2 --ar 3:2 --chaos 75 --s 750

We passed between the torments and the lofty ramparts.