Hell or glory, I don't want anything in between

Or to be left alone without any means

I can't see why you're so fearful of Hell,

I've heard it isn't so bad apart from the smell

Of decaying ambition and cancerous hope,

And sullen, gray men who sit on the rims and mope,

If glory be stolen by my own sin of sloth,

Then damn me to Hell in a monk's cloth

Hell or Glory, I don't want anything in between.

The End

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