The corridors of hell
Take me through the corridors of hell, and allow me to bury the dead, take me through the burning flame and give me the chance to live again. Walk with me through the horrors of hope and help me to unlock the closed doors; time has passed but the wilderness is still dark.
The smell of burnt hair perfumed the atmosphere and charred bodies mold up in burning ashes remind me that life is all that we have got. They were just with us a moment ago enjoying the show but suddenly their homes were engulfed in flame and in split seconds their lives were not the same.
The sudden changes took the joy out of their soul and leave the whole family broken and desolate; all they had were the clothes on their backs and the universe riding in their tracks. They lost their cats, hats and family member in the burning flame for there was no hose or water to put out the blaze. It spreads so quickly and destroyed their youthful lives.
Take me through the corridors of hell and help me to get water from the well; open the door for the youth and expose them to the truth. You have hidden things from them for many years, and they are innocent of your manufactured fear, the corridors of hell contain the truth you kept replaying from the onset of your youth.
It takes more that water to put out a fire for you are fighting with the essence of human desire, it is the nature of mankind that rise up in the sphere, and the rhythm that you keep hearing vibrating in the air, it is the passion that is buried in the sand, that kept the passion burning on the land.
Fire is hot and the heat move in between, pockets, pants and frocks. The whole thing is symbolic for the universe embodies me and you. The fire creeps up from the ground and exposes the heat when no one is around. All you can feel is the heat beneath your feet and in seconds the blaze spreads all over the street.
Open the windows and door and punch some holes in the earth to release the pressure when you stir up the dirt. The world is still young as much as it is old, it moves around in circle until the story is told. Man fights monsters and beast and anything that crosses his feet. But heat from the fire scorches the body and he is really sorry.
The sound of crying children perishing in the heat resonate beyond the tiers of heaven, and in the corridors of hell the universe rebels. The crying and screaming echoes beyond the doors, and there is nothing that you can do when life perish in front of you on the floor, frightened fighters of fire drag the hose through hall but they could not stop the fiery brawl as the fire continues to spread.
Take me through the corridors of hell before you ring the final bell, take me through the corridors of hell and remove all the sheets from the bed; take away everything from the ground and create a trench around it and soak the earth for benefit.
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