If anyone gets the metaphor about the fog, they get a cookie.
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Chapter 3: Fog

Through
all of my days,
I am tormented
by the thoughts of
my past. I walk to
the counter.

The
shop keeper
says:
“Hey, welcome back
Void.”
I ignore him
as I walk past.

Fog
immerses itself
throughout the town,
waiting for the un-
likely victim.
Through the Fog
I make my move.
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Down
I walk in the
alley as I
walk through to
the tavern to
meet my assosciate.

Into
the tavern goes
my assosciate,
he takes out a
manilla folder.

The
mission.
“I’ve got another
job for you”
he says. As always.
He explains the details
to me.

Depths
of information,
I wonder if he knows
how much Bull****
he’s feeding me.
His information is never
accurate.

Of
course, he’s just the
messenger, not anyone
important, just a
hired hand.
Like myself
I think.

Hell
awaits me as I
take the next job.
What’s in store for me?
I’m not sure, but one thing is certain.
I plunge deeper and deeper,
Down Into The Depths Of Hell