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The Inquisitor by Gadralneure

I saved three souls today

from Satan's grasp,

three souls from burning hell

and guided by our great God's hand,

I did my task quite well.

Lost, misguided, led astray

by heretics and lies,

they confessed to me

and I set them free

despite their pointless cries.

They did not all confess at first

and did not understand

that I was there to help them back

as God's accusing hand.

It brought no joy

to hear them scream,

the joy came from the knowing,

that holy pain

in God's great name,

keeps Satan's lies from growing.

Confessed at last the trio cried

and begged our Lord's forgiveness,

which lovingly I offered them

now that their sins were clear,

as in God's grace,

they left this place

for punishment's desire

and stepped upon the twigs and straw

to be consumed by fire.

I saved three souls today

from Satan's grasp,

three souls from burning hell

and guided by our great God's hand,

I did my task quite well.