Hell
If death came for me, I would not shed a tear
I would not fear
I will live in one of the Nine Circles of sins
When I cross the Styx I will not grin
And I will not cry
But will wonder why
My savior wasnt there when I was in need
But the devil came when he heard my plea
So when death comes as it always will
I'll remember it was the devils will
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