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Oh,

You met your end

Now there’s no turning back

You will stand

Waiting for your verdict

Waiting for your doom

A violent varmint

Your pleas and your ruse

Cannot absolve this

A life lead in vain

A creature that was cloaked in shame

Cold and unforgiving

No one will remember your name

Once a king

A blasphemous tyrant

Leading with rage

How sweet is the contrast

Indebted to the flames

Crying out to contest

But none will hear your case

For you

There will be no jury

And no appeal

Hell hath no fury

That I cannot wield