Choice of Hell
The heat is overbearing
that is your choice
the sweat drips off the tip of your nose
the savage pit that you get dragged to
get dragged through your heart set aflame
that is your choice
soul thrown in the lake of fire
all this unwanted materialistic desire
the burning never stops wont retire
shackles infused to your skin
no time to think when did it begin
that is your choice
you just feel the pain of the fire you are in
you burn slow like the universe cooling down
so much pain no time to look around
that is your choice
when there are shackles holding your neck down
sulfur is the only smell
where your soul goes I cannot tell
because it is your choice between heaven or
hell. -TA
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