To live in hell, where the devil dwells

and the fire rages on.

Nothing wet, but desired sweat,

And the beauty of the burn. 

Lives are taken, most mistaken 

for the racious out of kind.

And our hearts are tools, used so cruel,

That our actions turn to crimes. 

The demons sing, their gholish scream,

as they rejoice a kill.

and in your mind, 

the bible lies,

He Wasn't Ever Real.

The End

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