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
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