See it to the authority of Hades,
As he decides the fate of souls

He tells me he's obligated,
Bound to the ones who sold their hold

He who will mold the end 
To not only the dead but this bold heart's decend.  

For I pretend I don't comprehend
This feeling of apprehend

My mother wont approve
For I have been consumed with dread

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