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To who is judging sacred hell?
Fire deep within the realm of hell reaches ears of the blind
Foresight of this place hears neither def nor dead, the blind shall see this truth
This ugliness is dry as the devils fiery red eyes
Not a tear has reached flesh on him, a fixated judge that practices pure evil
Lifetimes of damnation conquer this vast wasteland
Hills of rotting corpses, which life still crawls from pain
What fight is left in a sneering head with no body
Hot metal pierces skin, ripping soul from body
A limitless canvas of agonizing pain with no light
Dripping limbs of endless blood
Fire rising throughout
Putrid smells of flesh unrecognizable to morticians
Explosions with such force flesh is ripped from bone
Bile, blood, organs fill this air along with smoke
Does time cease to exist or does it exist to cease
Love is a memory blocked by death
Clothes on your back now caked with mud and companions
Devils playground, devils work, devils video game
Three d’s in which time is explained
Can a life be restored once this is finished?
It is never finished, it is only stalled until the day our sons face it
This eternal hell which is not caused by the devil
This is a medium within our paths and must be walked
Only the strong survive, yet only the smart stay away
Brute force? Mental capacity? A choice not given to you
Humans belong to the earth, our souls to God
Our pain, our blood, our flesh, our fault
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