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Burn, you merry sinners
in Hades hottest oven fires.
Pay for your perverse desires.
Burn and be forsaken.

Burn, you carefree culprits.
Know your many cohorts here
drowned in whiskey and in beer.
Burn until your flesh is taken.

Fry, you flagrant doubters.
Pay now for your deeds afoul.
Scoop ashes with a sieved trowel.
Know you will forever pay.

Repent your sins forever.
Starting now, no end of day.
Full time anguish canít repay
morals that you did betray.

(maybe worth a chuckle?)

By The_Pip2

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