A Grave Sin
You fell on earth,
sinner!
you shall meet your demise.
No God will pity you,
your vessels shall wreck
through your body.
Agony is your punishment,
foe of your happiness.
You pious little men
hope no more!
Poison lingers even after death.
For having sinned you shall fade.
No God will weep for you.
No Man will grieve for you.
Lapsing to life was wrong,
pathetically cruel was
surviving.
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