I shall die,
In a blackened fire,
My spirit shall fly,
Into a situation more dire.
Burning in a blackened fire,
Watch my skin melt away,
The devil does not tire,
Nor care what I say.
Die die in pain I cry,
In this black fire my,
Soul shall die,
For death is my only desire.
Screaming in pain,
Torture, and agony,
Becoming insane,
And ever so lonely.
Point and mock,
At this tortured soul,
Tick goes the clock,
You soon shall be full.
As the clock strikes twelve,
The fun is done,
No more shall you delve,
And off you run,
The fire dies out,
And I reach my end,
Full of doubt,
And nothing left to defend.
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