Guilty
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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