The True Hell

Poem by: Malaxter

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A description of what I think Hell is.

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Submitted: March 12, 2013

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Submitted: March 12, 2013

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I see an unending iron web

Covered in iron rose-like thorns

Crawling with creatures

Baring fangs and horns

 

I hear people screaming

As they are stabbed and mauled

I hear people weeping

Over going bald

 

And here in death

With every breath

I smell burned flesh

That’s very fresh

 

But nobody is molested

Nobody is harmed

We just see the guise

That is Lucifer’s lies

 

We make our own hells

Our individual cells


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