In the third circle, the gluttonous lie
Mired in mud, beneath a putrid sky
Cerberus, the three-headed beast
Guards the souls, forever faced
Gluttons in life, now in death
Condemned to wallow, no rest
In the muck, they blindly grope
No food, no drink, no hope
Ciacco, the Florentine, among the damned
In the foul slush, forever jammed
The cold rain falls, the mud persists
For their vice, they cease to exist
The squalid waste, the stench, the grime
Fitting punishment for their crime
Overindulgence, their fatal flaw
Now in Hell, forever gnawed
The third circle's lesson, take heed
Gluttony's a sin, a desperate need
In life, restraint and moderation
Or face eternal condemnation
Let Artificial Intelligence Destroy. Me, Suno, and Claude.
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23 июн 2024
