Illusions of gold fill the eyes with astonishment and wonder.
The lost souls wander as they can't be taught, and they're ruled by conceit, pulled by arrogance.
By the time they understood what they had done it was too late, hearing a dooming thunder.
Having gone too far to even have a chance.

What once looked like paradise was starting to look a little creepy.
An old, rotten wooded path with blood red surroundings.
No one around to comfort them, silent screams of the weepy.
Don't feel sorry for them, there were many opportunities for a peaceful grounding.

They are murderers, rapists, abusers, and all that dwell in the cesspool of a demons cauldron.
For a while, they got away with an overconfidence and that wry smile.
Their cycle of life will soon end, rummaged life forgotten.
The successful meddling, unscathed, only lasted for a little while.

That dark path led straight to the agonizing and torturing flames of hell.
A destination that the cowardly never saw coming.
The deepest secrets were uncovered, cracked opened was that frail shell.
No way of escape, no way of running.

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