Dehydrated Coma 

Baking from the

everlasting fire

No cherub can

save your black soul

Watching your heart

roast in the furnace

soothes my mind

I snicker at your

flatlines and tombstone

I smirk at your

hallway yells and

scattered burns

I prance and whirl

to your last breath

Knowing your name

is blackballed from

the gates of the pit

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