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Hell Opening Somewhere On Earth

Living is just like a seesaw game
                   For him living was making gain
            Living a lavished lifestyle soothe his pain
            One lousy day that turned flesh to ashes
          There trapped in a steamy smoke of flames
    Brain stacked with many thought to escape the confusion
But even God could not help him in this pain not even a sager
Thou he could scream out loud but ears were blocked with fear
              For today he sees what no man envy to see
             He has open flames that burns from distance
             Burning in the car that he spent years to get
                       But today he cannot get out 
                  Only a prayer could assuage the pain
                    He screamed like a bleated sheep 
  Flames succumb his solitary figure like wood letting of fuel
    Fear vanish as he open his mouth wide to furious heat
         He dies a long waited death that makes him free
              Leaving the last time in the flames of hell
  Without any tears to nourish his precious skin that he leaves
         Now free from all pain but nowhere to go without her.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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