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Truly I have become sick of this place Truly it brought me nothing but disgrace, The fire burns me down,  starting from my face The pain, is unbearable, just thinking of it makes my heart race When I think I am served water they melt me down with acid rain I have finally fallen in the deepest pit of hell, is it mercy I wont gain? The torture here is relentless, eating up all all of my skin it begins to slowly numb my senses I would give up on lfe, if I wasn't brought back all the time I wonder why I am here....for which crime ? I forget the life on mother earth, the touch of hell is all there is Of course, there isn't any bliss (in here) That is, looking not so bad eh ? The angels torture us when we are about to burn to the ground There is no speck of mercy or kindess in them to be found Stretched out as my skin turns to ash, We get whipped, broken and torn into shreds...I feel like trash If I ask for forgiveness now... And cry out my sins the moment I bow... Will I have found peace ? ~Umi
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Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 7:44 AM UTC
Falling Devil pt3: Hell's Punishment
Truly I have become sick of this place Truly it brought me nothing but disgrace, The fire burns me down,  starting from my face The pain, is unbearable, just thinking of it makes my heart race When I think I am served water they melt me down with acid rain I have finally fallen in the deepest pit of hell, is it mercy I wont gain? The torture here is relentless, eating up all all of my skin it begins to slowly numb my senses I would give up on lfe, if I wasn't brought back all the time I wonder why I am here....for which crime ? I forget the life on mother earth, the touch of hell is all there is Of course, there isn't any bliss (in here) That is, looking not so bad eh ? The angels torture us when we are about to burn to the ground There is no speck of mercy or kindess in them to be found Stretched out as my skin turns to ash, We get whipped, broken and torn into shreds...I feel like trash If I ask for forgiveness now... And cry out my sins the moment I bow... Will I have found peace ? ~Umi
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26/Agender/Germany
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 7:44 AM UTC
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