3. Cries of sin

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Fumes of ego burning in hell.
Cries of sin everywhere to be heard.
Fire of rage scorching the guilty.
Cold freezing the poles of ignorance.
Living boiled in oil of hunger and famine.
Withering of happiness within all the living.
Spirits lurking in the dark comes to light.
No place to run or hide from all the dirt.
Rotting in the strench of injustice.
There goes the death of beings of earth.

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