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Who answers for the murder of Anne Askew:

last martyr of your reign, Henry, because you

did not bother to lift a gouty finger

to pardon her without condition,

but by inaction allowed that saint to suffer.

I hope this thought will ever linger

with you as you roast in hell without buffer,

without the least hope, let alone remission.

Your own thoughts fuel the fires that sear each nerve

of your obese flesh, like your obese ego.  You deserve

not one scream less than those countless in eternity,

along with the illusion of being alone

in all of hell, not even a single bone

to offer some sort of indication

that someone else is or had been there;

contrary to this isolation

without the comfort of company

in this ghastly penalty

you will forever bear.

Starward