Too Late
the passage that leads to damnation is wide
a corridor of hatred and resentment shrouded in pride
each step that is taken takes a toll on the soul
as the walls close in swiftly with no room for control
the devils dry whispers sends fear down the spine
and any chance of redemption is frozen in time
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