Thrice betrayed he lay
Not that he a fool
But by no heart known.
Wretched soul,craving for aeons
Had no chance to revel
Though at times elated
Hell only can afford.
Lived a butcher's life
No glory to claim
Nor does a worthy ancestry
And a decent home.
Rather be to hell
Than a longing so intense
As it corrodes will
To fathoms he drown.
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