The corridors of Hell

The sound of army boots marching upon marble tiles that leads into a corridor near the towers and the echoes of screaming children brought me to my knees and I found myself in an unusual place staring in space I am staring down the corridors of hell I wake up thinking that I was dead I must have had a bad dream for Everything around me was surreal I couldn’t explain how I got from the the train to the square but lots of people had gather there and a special event was happening there, a rally was about to begin and some people were getting ready to sing and nightfall suddenly Arise he spirits of the dead awake out of your slumber arise and join the band and march through the street lined with gold and replenish your weary souls You have been sleeping for a hundred year while the devil is creating havoc over here arise and come to the square, there is lot s of things to do over here, the rapture has come and gone and left many furlong on the dry lawn Pick from where you left off before they throw you in the dark the grave has no power over you loosen yourself to love and it will protect you arise ye sleeping soul, and meet me at the square and you will be made whole The morning sun burst though the skies spreading its radiance upon the earth and filled the street with laughter as the people were awaken from a deep slumber morning compose a strange hymn and the people begin to sing, and they wrap the morning around their waist and threw their hands in the air and give praise.