It’s changing, the worker searched for post-leftist solutions and got lost. Nine circles applauded the proletariat and imagined how a community could be congregated, while screams of violence would be filtered by boiling blood. Exploiters of labor either find themselves rotting away in a never ending icy rain or are dragging their selfish accumulations on their chests for eternity - while the worker slowly identifies himself as a counter-commodity. Algorhythms (fraud) always mislead - once the worker gets past them only Dis will be awaiting her/him. Circle I: Limbo Circle II: Lust Circle III: Gluttony Circle IV: Greed Circle V: Anger Circle VI: Heresy Circle VII: Violence Circle VIII: Fraud[info from Label]