An Epitaph Reads

An onerous soul dwells within,

When autumn is pass

and winter sets in,

Introspecting

I count my sins.

Years seem a colossal mistake

I lie, a lifeless body, a soul awake.

But I have lived in inferno

and it is too late.

“Ah! Wither Faustus,

Your soul can never be saved.”

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