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I'll take you to the

fires of hell

and drag you 

on the scorched

ground,

Continuously I will beat

you until you are an unrecognizable pulp,

And after my revenge has been quenched,

I will fly away with a smile on my face

As you are left in this squaller utterly

disgraced to burn forever without end.

Because, this is the cost of that one unforgivable sin,

when you have left someone behind to die

when you have denied them 3 times

and pretend like you never knew them.

Then there can be no coming back from that choice;

and You shall come to know what suffering really is.