Virgil led me to a dream
Into a nightmare I could change
It is truly strange

Duly noted, my ego, my urge
Seen and considered

Morality or less
My stress and this mess
Withered as the rest

Virgil had met one similar
Many journeys ago

I was never the man, never him
I even judged the lost
Karma makes ignorance pay a cost

This Hell I made..
Oh, how I have paid..

In the mirror stands Dante..
But I am not the man, never him

Like many I lived blind

Now..

The Circles carry me away..
But I never paid for my forgiveness

Will that be enough?