He who would break an oath
With an innocent face to the dying
Will suffer the same fate
Spit upon and forgotten
In cursed ground lying

Those who inflict pain with pleasure
So too will be their life
Falling high to low
Snared by evil deeds
In a net of burning lies

Destinies hand will rest firmly
Upon the wicked shoulder
So in the pits of hell forever more
Will this lost soul smolder

The soul begged for another chance
Destiny answered
There will be no consideration
Turning her face away
No mercy or pity offered
For the cries of desperation



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