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Hell is a room where the door is always open

Anyone who enters, they chose to go themselves

They can leave whenever they want

But they don’t

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned

Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned

No hell hath no fury nor a grip on any soul

They can leave whenever they want but they don’t

Within, subconsciously

They believe that their place is there in the inferno

To burn forever

The mourning bride weeps and will forever do so