When you grow weary and eventually retire
You'll gain the chance to hunt for your desire
Close your eyes and search for solace
Your about to enter a realm that's lawless
Take a deep breath and let the world fade
It's time to have your soul weighed
Will you relish a peaceful slumber
Or pay for your sins, for which you've lost count of the number
How tainted is your hearts fire
Is it radiant or rather dire
Are you haunted by your past
By the guilt you've amassed
Worry not, you'll not remember
Even if your turned into ash and ember
In this realm, you're just a husk
A plaything your other half uses after dusk
Whatever your fate this night may be
Come daybreak you'll be set free
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