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In the murky waters of the Styx
Where fury explodes and anger sticks
The wrathful and the vengeful drown
In a punishment that pulls them down
There lie those who, in life
Gave in to rage and vengeful strife
Now they suffer their final fate
With no hope for a different state
But who knows, amidst that mire
If there's a spark of tender fire?
A soul that repents and cries
For forgiveness to lift them to the skies
In the depths of that bitter stream
Where anger reigns and shadows gleam
They torment and are tormented
In a cycle never circumvented
Yet perhaps within that sludge
Lies a heart that seeks to budge
Yearning for a healing grace
For a passion to light their space
But who knows, amidst that mire
If there's a spark of tender fire?
A soul that repents and cries
For forgiveness to lift them to the skies
In the darkness, a plea is heard
A whisper soft, a hopeful word
For redemption, for a cure
For a grace that will endure
But who knows, amidst that mire
If there's a spark of tender fire?
A soul that repents and cries
For forgiveness to lift them to the skies
In the bitter river of fury's flow
May a soul find light and grow
From the depths of wrath and pain
To the heights of love's domain
