Claudius's true feelings

When I thought I should not hurt them more,

I realized I was acting insane.

Hamlet claims he is dead to the core.

Each wall he lends on is now his cane.

 

His father's death hides behind my "guilt".

His mom deserves a scarlet letter.

Because of me, their lives took a tilt,

And their goods fell on my gross platter.

 

But nevertheless, I do not care.

I dream to be the devil's best friend.

To walk in hell without a scare,

Where God and I will come to an end.

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