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Canto 18-34 (Ninth Circle A)

Zach Winters

In the Ninth and final Circle of Hell
There is a vast and frozen lake
With an icy wind that tears across it
And the sinners that are buried in it are the Treacherous!

There are those, who, like Cain, were Treacherous to Kin
There are those whose Treachery to Country was their sin
There are those Treacherous to Guests and Hosts, but in their end
Their bodies are left upon the earth to be made into many a demons’ den