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Jul 2020
All of the ****** souls
Those who broke the sacred rule
All those who are fools

They fall to the pit
They feel regret as they grit
As they're slowly lit

They scream through the fire
They slowly sink through the mire
Of flesh, blood and bile

The endless torment
From the fires where you've been sent
You'll wish you repent

The eons you'll spend
For the things you broke and bent
Just to make amends
Written by
Iremori  20/M
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   Alexa Pishtey and Sushant
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