Mourning for deeds,
Those that led to demise,
Of thy very self,
After each dip,
In the lake of fire,
Oblivious to the consequences,
By lack of awareness,
Or lack of interest
Leading to a spiral,
Of unending pain,
That slowly consumes,
Every ounce of your life,
Slower than a snail,
Till you start begging,
To be euthanized.
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