Hell

Six men in a ring, sitting on hard chairs
Staring at each other.

The first is a gambler, burned his money,
Now his wife won’t let him in.

The second, a smoker, burned his lungs
But wishes the room were hazier.

Third, an arsonist, burned his abode
And this is his only home.

Four — a broken man, burned the one closest to him.
Estranged. Lonely. Angry.

The fifth burned his hands —
Life grows duller by the moment.

The sixth burned his soul
Pursuing his dreams at all costs.

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