A former thief who is currently getting his just deserts in Hell tells his audience what his life is like. He hasn't learned a thing and actually enjoys the punishment that he shall receive forever. The thief tells how he is restrained from moving by countless snakes and then bitten in the jugular vein. He simualtaneously bursts into flames at this point and turns into burnt ashes only to reform sometime later in order for the punishment to go on again and again. A direct allusion to Dante's Inferno.


Constantly I always bragged

Of my thieving conquests.

Now I have naught a rag.


Bound naked in the circle most despised,

While others of my kind scream in fury

Never have I cried.


I twist and moan in eternal bliss.

The irony is this is hell.

I am a masochist


The punishment may seem cruel

But my beloveds enchant me

To the point I drool


Serpents bound my hands

And slither round my thighs

Then creep slowly, about my Netherlands


My love is not returned

And they hiss at me in malice

Yet the feel of their scales makes my heart churn


A leap forward. A vicious bite.

Adam chokes on the forbidden fruit

While blood rockets out, quite a sight.


Now I am Ra

If not for a moment

Shining bright, aflame I'm burned raw


Ring around the rosey

We all fall down

I'm all but cozy


The only part I truly dread

is the end of this ordeal.

The floor is now my bed


Not too long though my fears end.

For the process to be eternal as it must.

Forever I am born again.

Fin


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