There is one thing I detest
The needless quest
I fight against infestation:
The pestilent body and mind
Corrupting the soul
Shut in a mould
As I moult
And evolve
Grow out
Grow in
Decay wither atrophy
Apostate I may become
But never a defeat
Shall inflict infirmity
On the soul
Decrepit body portending imminent end
Diligent soul looking askance
At the Gods, yes, heaven’s askew
Empyrean beside me
Firmament in view
//**\\
It is a heinous sin
To have done what we did
We will sure be indicted
And from our places evicted
In way of divine retribution
Which was overdue anyway
In jocund spirit
In jovial moods
We bantered while we sauntered
We will now be incarcerated
In the vaults of the purgatory
Writhing under agony, angst
Living in fear, trepidation of the fiend
Burning suffering convulsing languishing
Crying sniveling bawling
Cringing groveling
Dying
//**\\
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