Purgatorial Blues
Out of fire
Low on pith
The moment has fled
Judgement was swift
And this damned demon groans
From rock bottom of the pit
There are some sins
That can't be expiated
Then one dwells
For too long in private hells
Stumbling barefoot
Brains all but aberrated
Unemployed with youth destroyed
Yet holding onto hope unalloyed
Breathing bravely until bitter bile
Betrays its own blessed blood
Because no strain of stifling evil
Can stamp out pure Will if it's good!
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