In the seventh circle, the violent are claimed
Divided into three rings, forever maimed
The Minotaur guards the entrance to this hell
Where the violent against others, self, and God dwell
Violence begets violence, in the seventh circle's grasp
Boiling blood, suicides, and blasphemers amassed
In the Phlegethon, Harpies, and burning sand
The violent suffer, in this forsaken land
In the first ring, tyrants and murderers swim
In boiling blood, their fate forever grim
Centaurs patrol, with arrows ready to strike
Those who emerge from the sanguine dyke
In the Wood of Suicides, the self-destructive weep
As Harpies tear their leaves, in eternal defeat
On the burning sands, the blasphemers lie
Scorned by fiery flakes falling from the sky
The seventh circle's lesson, a warning to heed
Violence against others, self, or God, a vicious deed
In life, choose peace, or face this terrible fate
In the seventh circle, where violence cannot abate
Let Artificial Intelligence Destroy. Me, Suno, and Claude.
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23 июн 2024
