Seven Circles of Hades
Thirst is in the temples
Heat consuming you
Desire for a gulp of water
Under the frying fire
The only thing that matters
It is a drop of water
All riches of the world
Are in front of you
You can have any
You want to
You can reach your hand
And touch the sky
Or pull the moon
Like a ripe apple
And hold it tight
You can board
A shiny heavenly boat
That is crossing the sky
And fly away
In to the realm of unknown
Seductive alluring world
Anything you desire
Is in a reach for you
With just one gesture
Of your hand
But there is only
One thing you want to
A drop of water on your
Chapped burning lips
Thirst is everywhere
It is in your mouth
Your veins your heart
Your eyes your hair
Your stomach your ears
Your mind is going blank
The only drop of water
Is on your mind
But you can’t get it
There is no living water
To be found in the world
That was devoid
Of the presence of God
At the bottom of hades
All riches of the world
Are there for you
To be reached and savored
But the thirst is all consuming fire
That burns your insides
And the water is the only thing
That you lust and desire
The living water is devoid
From the underworld
And all-consuming thirst
Is what you got
For eternity to come
If only you knew that living water
Is the only thing that matters
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