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Consequences


At the gates of hell I stood

Wondering if I’d ever leave or even could

I didn’t mean to do what I did

But I don’t regret it to be candid

She was too beautiful

Most gorgeous woman in the world

Standing line watching the damned souls enter

Only a matter of time until it was my turn

I started to reminisce the moments before hell

I was happy and everything was swell

Things took a sudden wrong turn

And now I’m here waiting to burn

I knew I shouldn’t have done what I did to her

But I couldn’t resist, it is all blur

Someone so beautiful I should’ve avoided

Instead I did wrong and now I’m here to be employed

As a prisoner of hell to suffer

For as long as I live and forever

For every tear she dropped and breath she gasped

Was a burning lash to my back

I knew I shouldn’t have done that to her

Standing in line, looking back I knew what I deserved

An eternity of pain

For all the tears she dropped in the rain

It was almost my turn to enter the gates

But I couldn’t help feeling all this hate

Not to the situation but me

So happy but now in complete misery

Left alone like I should have stayed

But when I crossed her path, my life was slain

 Two damned souls left before my turn

I knew I was wrong, time to eat dirt

Guardian at the gates asked “Everyone serves a purpose for being here. What is your reason?”

I smiled and said the worst you can think

Made her suffer and cry

Made her doubt herself and ask why?

I took her world apart

I… I broke her heart. 

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