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| Gates of Hell |
I’m
melting inside,
In
my tiny life.
And
curses fade,
Near
Heaven’s light,
For
none may say,
I
preach true sight.
But
come of age,
In
sinner’s flight,
My
tender voice,
Who
sleeps at night.
But
those that hope,
Should
die alone,
For
God has left.
This
prison of mud,
That
drowns hearts,
Grows
with millions,
Dooming
the once essence,
Of
pure, nurturing love.
For
you out there,
Dressed
in illusions,
Open
your eyes,
Run
swiftly away,
And
save their mind.
The
leaves will fall,
Upon
these letters,
And
some will see,
The
truth behind them;
For
now, we slowly perish,
In
Hell’s open arms.
