Hell was quite lovely;
I wish I could return,
but I promised to
never go back,
no matter how much
my heart yearns for
that glorious place.
Oh, how I loves it so,
surrounded by heat
and acceptance with
others who called
it their home.
The devil was quite
a lovely man. His
smile always crooked.
He told me all his
secrets, yet I never
told mine. His heart
was full of compassion
and sympathy for
all, much unlike that
evil man who lives
in the clouds above,
protected from us all.
Hell was my only
home. I never wanted
to leave, but there
comes a time when
the bad brainwashes
the innocent and the
good times must cease.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
Hell was quite lovely;
I wish I could return,
but I promised to
never go back,
no matter how much
my heart yearns for
that glorious place.
Oh, how I loves it so,
surrounded by heat
and acceptance with
others who called
it their home.
The devil was quite
a lovely man. His
smile always crooked.
He told me all his
secrets, yet I never
told mine. His heart
was full of compassion
and sympathy for
all, much unlike that
evil man who lives
in the clouds above,
protected from us all.
Hell was my only
home. I never wanted
to leave, but there
comes a time when
the bad brainwashes
the innocent and the
good times must cease.
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