Dante now finds himself in the Eighth Circle, called Malebolge ("Evil ditches"): the upper half of the Hell of the Fraudulent and Malicious. The Eighth Circle is a large funnel of stone shaped like an amphitheatre around which run a series of ten deep, narrow, concentric ditches or trenches called bolge (singular: bolgia). Within these ditches are punished those guilty of Simple Fraud. From the foot of the Great Cliff to the Well (which forms the neck of the funnel) are large spurs of rock, like umbrella ribs or spokes, which serve as bridges over the ten ditches. Dorothy L. Sayers writes that the Malebolge is "the image of the City in corruption: the progressive disintegration of every social relationship, personal and public. Sexuality, ecclesiastical and civil office, language, ownership, counsel, authority, psychic influence, and material interdependence – all the media of the community's interchange are perverted and falsified".

Malebolge as a flower

Inspired by Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy | Inferno | Circles 7-9 of 9: Violence, Fraud, Treachery
Chorus inspired Immortal Technique - Dance With the Devil

FULL SONG
https://soundcloud.com/artifus-692966451/rings-of-fire

LYRICS:

Intro:
As I go forth through the furnace and flame
Where the carcasses rot though the worms remain
I can't breathe, I'm fast asleep in mischief and disbelief
Wailing, flailing knees and gnashing my teeth 


Chorus:
All souls strive to strife, but never see the reckoning
You probably burned alive and fried from all the seven deadly sins 
Ask a sinner with a hellish grin, if their time was well spent
But then again, you've never been, condemned like the rest of them
Burn forever in an endless spin, lesser men can lament within
But that's what happens when you rape, murder, and never repent
Devils used to be Heaven sent but fell into Hell's descent
There's no revenant while we're melting in the serpents den


Verse 7:
Violence from mindless deaths, vile offense, life suppressed and sky's recessed
Viral stench from pyre's scent, dying men inside the pit, so why resist? Die obsessed
Eyes are red and iris bent, cries immense, I'm blind from stress and side effects
Denied ascent so rise against, heightened sense in quiet depths, silent kept on twilights edge
Time resets, confined to flesh, spinal twist, necks are stretched, tightened breath, icy ribs
Defiled and drenched, lined with threats and pious bets, spiked gauntlets and iron vests
My defense, defiance met, intolerance, righteousness, so hide the rest, try to repent
No light is left on giant texts or bias tests, but I digress, final steps now fires next


Verse 8:
Fraud is the flawed facade, spawned mirage of camouflage and broad sabotage
Hollow fog, coughs in smog, mauled and marred then carved in logs, scarred outlaws
Mobs and cons get robbed and conned by marauding squads, their entourage gets
Jawed and flogged then clawed by dogs, paws are raw, caught off guard
Gnawed and brawled, thoughts are gauzed, so what's the odds? Applause withdrawn
But dawns upon, swamps are clogged, crawl through clods then stomped by Gods
Hearts of bronze, locked and boxed, disarmed and tossed, bombard with shards
So drop and sob but don't disregard the SchadenFraud, now fall hard and bon voyage


Verse 9:
Treachery is enemies of infamy, instantly, left to freeze in a bed of sleet for eternity
Allegedly, they never speak, they never bleed but mentally, they'll never leave
Regretfully, dismembered clean then etched extreme, from devil's ink, menageries
And dragon's wings, weaponries and scepter gleams from severed kings, several queens and 
Desperate priests, accessories to felonies, ancestries and pedigrees, family trees
Eventually, genetics breed, jealousies and heretic genes, fractured rings and
Heaven's keys on velvet seats with tapestries and weathered seams, so prophecies
And memories from endless dreams said to me, please set me free, so can't you see?


Chorus:
All souls strive to strife, but never see the reckoning
You probably burned alive and fried from all the seven deadly sins 
Ask a sinner with a hellish grin, if their time was well spent
But then again, you've never been, condemned like the rest of them
Burn forever in an endless spin, lesser men can lament within
But that's what happens when you rape, murder, and never repent
Devils used to be Heaven sent but fell into Hell's descent
There's no revenant while we're melting in the serpents den


Outro:
Death and Hell are blazed in flames
The lake of fire and book with names
The second death but my final breath
My name's enmeshed in ash and flesh

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