Hell
We are
in
Hell.
We make
the best
of it,
but,
make no
mistake
we are all
In hell.
Trapped on
an orb
surround by
endlessness.
No
hope of
escape.
Look around.
Hate,
violence,
madness,
suffering,
mayhem,
destruction,
cancer,
pain,
disease,
illness,
war.
Why?
The suffering,
the
decadence,
evil.
What kind
of god
would treat
us
this way?
The kind
that put
us
in
Hell!
Copyright © Jg Collins | Year Posted 2018
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