Taint

Above all else

Do much harm

For Heaven above

And Hell below

Know rightly so

When the bell tolls

Exactly thus

For your frayed mind

Waiting for respite

That never comes

Be mindful of your loss

It will always burn

Deserved nature

When the time comes

To unfold the riddle

Of wasted aeons

Nothing is more

Memories flee

Your mind is gone

Now rest uneasy

On this tainted ground.

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