Capítulo 31: Sinners So Sly (Poem)
Sinners so slick
Sinners so slow
Sinners so slimmed in mindset, they don't know
What they do
What they preach
What they utter
Will put them in harm's grasp
Stick them in a sea of clutter
See they roam so sickly
Rotten and bare
Smiles graced cunningly
With unrighteous care
The influence sends down many souls
Down in the lake of fire
In the heat of fire
In the hell of fire
And they wipe their hands clean
And they move onto to the next one
And they have constant desire
Their triumph seems never ending
Their power is so strong
So wickedly long
So wickedly wrong
And then...
Then they pass
No chance to strike back
His hand smacks
His hand attacks
His hand makes them crack
See their might crumble
Crumble into what it always was
Nothing
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