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i smell the fire

burning from hell

i feel the heat

it lets off at me

my feet get hot

im starting to sweat

i dont wanna burn

for the sins i've made

it's the only punishment

left for my soul

i have gotten to evil

i've slipped threw it all

the punishments

the tourchure

whats left than to burn?

my hearts getting weak

i can bearly breathe

i think i've suffered enough

i promise i'll do no more wrong!!!!!