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Sir Desperado

She smiles as she ascends to the mountain's peak
Step by step getting there with a goal
A goal to get to the gates of heaven
Slowly ever so slowly getting there
Smiles and memories float past her
Slowly one by one floats by
Good memories
Bad memories
Rape
Murder
Incest
Thievery
She smiles as she watches breaking a man
The stairway dissolves
She plummets to hell
With the intent of no return
Smiling with content
Knowing she will burn in hell's fire
For she is the spawn of Satan
She embraces her inner demons
Demons that lead to greed
Corruption
Lust
She lived a life of no regrets...
All doomed to the one hell we all share...
That hell is called life.