If there's a place - not Hell, but worse -

Further into the fiery core

Of a world filled with hate,

Then that's where you're headed my friend.

Don't argue now - you know,

It's far too late.

You're too far gone down the road

Of the damned; you're

Approaching the gate.

Don't run from the flames, it's

Who you are. Don't run

From your fate.


I say it isn't Hell.

But that's open for debate.

The End

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