Sinner
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Colin Ian Jeffery
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Too late
He fell upon his knees
Begging forgiveness.
But had lived a wasted life
Debauched, selfish wanting only pleasure
With no regard for man or God.
Pleading for mercy
He beat bloody fists upon Heaven's gates
But no Saviour came.
Wringing his hands
Terrified of coming torments
He entered Hell's threshold.
Finding perpetual agonies
Tortured by Satan's demons
Dancing grotesquely among the flames.
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