Sabin used his second life to his own avail.
From childhood to adulthood, his life was the same,
Until that fateful winter day came.
He kept his wife from leaving that morn,
She agreed, yet Sabin's efforts were forlorn.
This time, instead of meeting her death outside,
An aneurysm had put an end to his bride.
Never before, had storm nor quake
Caused as much devastation as this heart-break.
What a shock and a scare this must have been,
For her to have been killed from within!
Quickly Sabin came to the conclusion
That the voice was the cause for this delusion.
So he needed vengeance on the voice, but no matter how he tried,
He had not the capability to die.
He survived stab wounds, shock, and another fire.
But he still found he was unable to expire.
For seven years, try as he might,
It seems God had put life's grip on him tight.
That is, until a certain Monday or Tuesday,
When he was finally able to meet his mortal decay.
He had finally arrived at the same cloudy fate.
"Where are you, you coward? Show me your face!
Or at least tell me why I have returned to this place!"
"So you've returned," responded the voice with an emotionless yawn,
"Did you make well of your past life, foregone?"
"You wretched beast!" Sabin shouted, "No more of your games!
For the death of my wife I have you to blame!"
"Fool!" Boomed the voice that echoed the holy land,
"Can you be so dense as to not understand?
For death is a wonderful, uncontrollable thing,
Since if you've lived your life well, up here, it can bring.
But you can't change the past or future to prolong life,
Which, while cruel, explains the untimely death of your wife.
Likewise, your death was a set pattern, too.
And did it not come, exactly on cue?
I wanted you to live, be fruitful, have hope, be merry.
However, since it was a concept you could not grasp,
I banish you to spend eternity in Hell with asp."
And with that, Sabin fell down to Hell, where he slowed,
Coincidentally, he found that Hell had matched his abode.
