Uncle Grim

Uncle Grim short poem

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Interesting. I see you have arrived.

Amnesty! You say?
Misinterpretation, you claim?

This is no mistake, my new dear friend
Hell is upon you and is about to end
Ever wonder why, you here were sent?

Clearly, you have not reflected properly
Life you lived was nothing but monotony
Of all the Sins you supposedly think of sultry
Substantial sex and sore songs of sluttery?
Ergo, my friend for that is nothing but mere muttering
Relive, however, the one moment of miss-making mistakes:

On the day you were born, this was your end
For I will always come for you to make amends

Death is universal
Only I can escape it
Only I can create it
Re-life is nothing more than speculation
Surely my friend, you have no feelings of restoration.

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