As the march
step by step
they sing the song of the dead
they whistle
sing it
scream it
shout it
anything to get it out of their head
with limbs bleeding
and faces weeping
longing for the march to end
the song won't stop
nor will the shuffling of their feet
until they finally finish suffering for their sin
and when their sin is finally done
they'll fall
to the next level of
hell
Charolette Strauss Community Member 
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