The misery of the lost inside
For eternity to spend this life
In a state of pain to never die
Forevermore the lake of fire

The memory of what was said
When told of Christ, given the chance
From this time on to remember it
To always have this last regret

The mourning is continuous
Never have to ever rest
Pray as hard as you like for death
But misery, memory, and mourning
are all in death that you have left