Out of Valhalla,
walking on soil,
sailing the sea,
child of Medusa,
how hard you shall toil...
whichever path you taketh you shall never be free.

Out of the Heaven,
walking on land,
admiring the ocean,
forever in Hades your soul they imprison,
surrounded by filth and covered in sand,
this is your fate; this un-godly condition.

Although you were kind or even a menace,
still they'll be to you not ever so gracious,
awaiting the Abyss;
you will seek forgiveness,
but to them your word shall remain worthless,
for now the sins committed has led you to your terminus.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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