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Burn

In shadows deep, where demons dwell..
I hope you suffer, soul unspelled.
Your callous heart, wrought long by sin..
Burn in the fires of hell, within.

For deeds unkind, cold smiles that fake..
Your fate to burn, for others' sake.
May anguish reap the seeds you've sown..
As darkness claims what's truly known.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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