![]() The fifth degreeA Poem by SorenSkin red, burning to touch, peeling and such, pain of the first degree Darker red skin, stinging wet blisterin, pain of the second degree All layers affected, charred leathery textured, firey pain of the third degree Gone into shock, no pain, unable to talk, deep tissue damage of the forth degree This time the hole, burned clear through the soul, with guilt, remorse and misery Forever you'll feel, a pain that won't heal, one of growing intensity It's only in hell, that you will be able to tell, of pain of the fifth degree © 2022 SorenReviews
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