Dante’s Plagues

To find love
To feel love
To fight love
To hold love
All deep in the depths of hell
To be judged for love
To sin for love

In hell, I reside
Blinded by the ancient one
Burning souls crying for things
Valueless, such a pity
Unable to heal these gaping wounds

In this state lacking good deeds
Where balance was sorth after
Faith remained immeasurable
This place of contemplating

I am not a good man
Pain, betrayal, acceptance

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