Oh naïve Macbeth, innocent and sweet,
You are the epitome of tragedy.
A cruel life you have faced
And a depressing destiny you have fulfilled.
As witches complete their sinister duties,
You fall for devious tricks
And ultimately from this day,
Marked the destruction of your innocent mind.
Yet although you achieve your goals,
You find that things unnatural never come free,
As the day that you made the deal with the devil,
You, in turn, paid with your life.
Oh kind Macbeth, tremble not in death,
For your worries have been cast into the pool of the past.
Yet, do not assume your freedom from punishment,
Because God never forgets the sinners of ages ago.
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