the sinful soul

 
She sinks into the vortex of grief,
Withering like a maple leaf;
Wailing, a rose petal, then she dies.
Last breaths come and go so fast,
Leaving nothing on Earth;
Her soul limps into the planet of the sinners,
Feeling the heat and tasting fires.
Her soft voice whispers God's name,
But he turns away and strolls to his throne.
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