Hell-Fire

The mild memory of rolling grasslands, the fine moisture of morning dew Water so cool and calm Thoughts so distant from me now, as I'm forced back to my dismal gruesome abyss My tattered body lies frail on the harsh ground of these pathways My eyes vacant, the color stolen from me. Now all I see is what I feel The abundant air surrounds my body and bares down with a living weight My skin is slowly turning to grime. I am too exhausted to move, I can hardly breathe. The darkness crushes my frame I forgive the evil of men, they have endured more anguish than me This world is like hell fire. The hell fire I will slowly escape from The suffering is finally over, and now I'm covered in joy As these grasslands and the moisture of dew float into my body I feel the light from above, and finally discover that I have reached my heaven