Thrown into Hades
Hell was a machination,
a creation manifested in men.
Build to subjugate and quell,
now present in towers and spires.
Hell was a god before God,
it's wrath feared more then His.
A sentinel sly and cruel
that still peers over our shoulders.
Hell was a fabrication,
an ethereal echo of the world,
removing our guilts and evils.
We've fooled ourselves.
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Feel free to add to my anti-utopic conjecture. Mine is the ruination of the ideal that perfection can be found, it is the thought that perfection is just a solitary moment, and that in itself contradicts its own meaning - perfection would last longer than that, were it perfection. STORY TAGS
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