In the sixth circle, heretics burn
In flaming tombs, a fiery urn
Epicurus and his followers dwell
Denying the soul, in this infernal hell
Heresy's price, the eternal flame
Rejecting God, only themselves to blame
In the sixth circle, forever they'll be
Trapped in the fire of their apostasy
Farinata degli Uberti, a Ghibelline proud
Rises from his tomb, with a voice so loud
Discusses Florence, politics, and fate
While the flames consume, no escape
The City of Dis, where the heretics reside
In the burning tombs, where they must abide
Their punishment fitting, for their unbelief
In the sixth circle, eternal and brief
The lesson clear, from the sixth circle's blaze
Believe in God, or face these scorching days
For heretics, no mercy, no relief
In the flaming tombs, eternal grief
Let Artificial Intelligence Destroy. Me, Suno, and Claude.
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23 июн 2024