If Hell Rose To the Surface We Would All Have Burnt Feet
Don't pretend
unless,
of course
it's worth it in the end.
the present does not mend
time does, the present doesn't mend.
white flowers exhale so we can inhale
time will tell...
time will tell
if hell rises
demands sacrifices
demoralizes
and burns this world as well.
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