I walked for miles inside this pit of danger I swallowed down a thousand years of anger Weight of the world is falling on my shoulders A place where no one follows me I WALK ALONE!
In the end, there is no real Dante. Each Dante was a different interpretation of Dante, so in actuallity, there is no actual Dante that can be called real.
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