Two amusing terms;
One causing eternal bliss, another eternal agony.
How was I the pitiful worm;
The one called bratty?
I looked out from my aerie;
The burning flesh before me.
This dark place, like an abbey;
Is all I can see.
Hell hath no fury on the graceful;
Heaven have no bliss towards the damned.
Twas I the damned, for I didn’t have a bible;
Heaven have no bliss towards the damned.
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