How long can you live in the Underworld?
Where the walls are made of skulls,
And the rivers flow hot with fire.
Toiling endlessly,
On the task of "self-improvement".
How many years will you waste on this?
When there is already a booming voice in the back of your head,
Telling you what is right and what is wrong.
Your conscience.
Listen to it,
And you will never know the land of the dead.