I lay between two dreadful fates;
In life, my current wife awaits.
In death, the rest. I dare not die.
I know I'll meet with Emma there.
I'll feel her claws and rightly so.
And Esmerelda's too. I know
Matilda's waiting dark and fair.
And Angelina, pale and light,
Will not hold back as once in life.
They - all my loves - will cause me strife
For I was wrong and they were right.
Like Tantalus, I won't be slaked,
Beguiled by Chloe's charms again.
I'll know their agonies times ten
In penance for the loves I faked.
Yes, Morgan has her plans for me
And Christie has to pay me back.
Young Brie will stretch me on the rack.
Their revelry, my misery!
I can not die. God, why? Oh! Why?
Alas, I know, it's all deserved.
As I served them, so I'll be served.
Why wait? Why not just let me die?
I miss them all so terribly...
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