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Loved ones weeping at the funeral

Cry despair at mortality's advances

Fear not for his soul, for it belongs to God

Far from this wretched world, engulfed in paradise

Had they only known, their anguish would unfold

And consume their hearts in endless night

As the priest said, hell is empty

But all the sinful dead

They lay with me

They lay with me

Each victim I've claimed

Severed their ties to divinity

Separated from God's gaze

Eternally blind to their suffering

Blind to their suffering

Haunt the living

Punish the dead

In moments of weakness

I find those who live on

Panic-stricken

With endless nightmares

Of the torture of their sons

Clutching feebly at rosaries

Inculcating themselves with divine grace

But in the darkest parts of the night

Their pain doesn't end at the resting place