Hell’s fires have no fury, and its children have no fear
For all their dreams are broken, and they know their end is near.
Their desperate pleas for mercy, and sorrow come too late.
The darkness cannot breach the light surrounding Heaven’s gate.
From the brimstone and the sulfur, rise tortured cries of pain.
Ones never to be eased, even by the heaviest of rain.
Heed my words well my love, and listen to them well.
Lest you wish to light the pyre, and dance in Satan’s Hell.
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