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the wrathful

ripped apart

hypocrites

weighted down by great leaden ropes, walk eternally in a narrow track outer ropes pass for holiness, inside is lead, heavy, and terrible

theives

monstrous reptiles circel themselves about teh sinners living coils of rope, binding each sinner hands behind his back and knotting themselves through the lions, reptiles kill sinners and the reform painfully

evil counselors

move endleslly, hidden from view

sowers of discord

hacked by a great demon with a bloody sword, go in circle, they heal, then get hurt against

falsifiers

punished by afflications of every sense: darkness, stench, thirst, filth, loathsome, diseaes, a shriking din

evil impersonators

run without stopping seizing upon the infernal apparition of these souls while they in turn are preyed upon by thier own furies

alchemists and counterfeiters

a loathsome disease connot move eternity on unbearable thirst

the giants

returned to the darkness of their origins, guardians of earth's last depth

treacehry against those to whom they were bound by special ties

fixed in ice according to guilt

virtuous pagans

stuck in limbo

carnal

abandon themselves to the tempest of their passion, swept forever in the tempest of hell forever denied the light of reason and of God

gluttons

half buried in fertile slush while Cerberus slaves over them as they in life slavered over food

oppotunists

neither in hell or out of it, race round and round pursuing a wavering banner that runs forever before them, as they run they are pursued by wasps, hornets, and are stung, producing blood eaten by amggots

the hoarders and the wasters

souls encumbered by dead weights and one excess serves to punish, the other souls are dimmed so htey are unrecognizable, beat each other up

sullen

refused to welcome Divine illuminations adn buried forever below the stinking water of the styx; gargaling the words of an endless chant in a grotesque parody of a singing hymn

rebellion/ fallen angels

guard the gates of hell

the heretics

they taught that the soul dies within the body so their punishment is an eternal grave in the fiery morque of God's wrath

the violent against themselves, the wood of the suicides

encased in thorny trees whose leaves are eaten by the odius Harpies, they bleed when eaten, only speak when blood is flowing, only permitted to speak through that which tears and destroys them

the violent against their neighbors

immersed in boiling blood forever each according to the degree of his guilt with centaurs ready to shoot anyone who tries to get out

the blasphemers (violent against God)

stretched supine (on the back) on the sand with rain of fire

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