Cursed

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00:00: Eternity Hereafter

Death, so uncaring and cold. Death, as clear as daylight but darker than the moon. Death sang its sweet melody, quite enticing but so cruel. Death came and asked for me to take me to Sheol. He dragged me down, he locked me up, he called me by his name.

To think, I could have lived. To think, I could have breathed. If only I had called upon the God of all my needs!

But here I find myself in death, a death come a little too soon. I sit here in the fires of Hell, listing to the time as it passes. It goes not out but ever hotter it kindles and melts my bones. The pain, the pain, that sin does gain is not but for a minute. Wrong, how wrong I was in life and left forever longer. Now, what I would not give for a drip of water!

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