They say we'd burn equal to what we've burnt
In 9 circles of hell
Of being non-baptized to treachery
They say we'll suffer (from their greatest imagination)

But did the omniscient God know this will happen to me
But can the omnipotent God control and not be punishable
For they said, He is the most powerful in the entire

"Fear not Hell, for if it exists, you shall find yourself in a good company."
Many men will suffer in hell for not believing in such existence
From ancient walkers to modern tribes believing other gods
Good non-believers who have helped more than the believers
The scientists and philosophers who answered and invented good
(What if they invent aircon, instead)

And you know, the baddest people will burn with us
There may be those who are wicked or hold good ideals
And the devil who punishes among us will understand
Together we all understand the pain from the heaven
Understanding each other, why do we have to suffer for eternity
When they were still alive, they were able to change
Humans can change, metanoia
Why not in Hell? For the punishments too great to bear
Shall make sufferers change and realize they have done wrong

This Hell is complicated, what about in Heaven?
Heaven, so easy to understand because it offers only eternal bliss
Unlike Hell where you can only imagine fear
Just because of the fear people make
Didn't they know, the pope and people got it in 14th century
From the works of Dante Alighieri
Increasing the baptized population because of fear

Of Hell where we sinners will burn
So complicated
So fairy tale

I shall end it without a fear

It's the time of the year again
Hopes where they can rest their life
On fire and of dreams to ignite other than
What they plan for years ahead

In this summer island they could ever just lay
Heat won't even matter

(But she's sorry)
This summer island, though is in reach
Same set of coal began to burn again
And thought no more miles to go

Papers and calculators moving round in round
Around her head were retrieved worksheets of Chemistry
Even Trigonometry in different corners by her sight

(Just as she thought, by now she is playing her puppy)

The weight of dreams from her youth
Now the weight of failure, heavier
To ever let her travel Summer sadness

What I can do for now is to close my eyes and dream about something else But the more I do it The more I find you in everything else

If I can drink in this moment, I wouldn't stop

There is no lust- in her figure
Deformed in a way: sort of a plain girl
Invisible in her lady generation

passionately sliding, his pleased masculinity
                                     is the hidden slide of her life
so much for affection       so intimate and secrecy
                         to creep most of their teenage years
in order to calm their engine  
       in a country blessed by a believed savior
       where your age matters
                     social        and even attires controlled by religious school
to claim purity is to be praised           especially in girls
    
but she, her own beliefs- undaunted
    and him       with all support and own ideas
of simple living   of making love      of dreams and even disasters
to finally understand      all connections     and everything around
     without a fear
to finally stay together
and love and loved

His hand, frozen but his dagger an iron tail
Unmatched spaces for a burning sunset
No words but cough and sigh
All that is ever wished
To inhale air of a meaning
That illustrates anatomy without broken bones
All that is ever done this afternoon

Escape from a poorly lit zone, she wanted
But his leg, numb of distaste for the sky
Only this instance
There is no running nor walking
Only falling from a land to below
Entering the gates of hell

Because all he ever wished is this
All she ever wished is that
But all that is ever done was his