The nether world looms big in our consciousness
Yet it remains to be unexplored and unproved
We regard it with baseless dread and terror
Very much a place revealed only in reverie
Dark valleys and abysmal chasms though imagined
Seem vivid and real in location, and all too palpably felt
A place where the recent dead reside as in collocation
It has to be there even it does not please us to think
We cannot countenance legions of the dead displaced
It is a must that we invent one where there is none
Too many restless souls loose on earth searching for
A comforting lodge to rest before the final reckoning
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