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I hear people burning in hell, It's great here, Except for the smell, It smells of this dead lady's perfume   that lingers in this room, Fills this empty room with death & perfum, Staring out the prison bars The beautiful fire lights up hells Night sky, Wishing to be free at last blood dripping down the Walls like tears washing away my darkest fears . I cant escape my past From this The hell fire.
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Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 2:59 PM UTC
Death & parfum
I hear people burning in hell, It's great here, Except for the smell, It smells of this dead lady's perfume   that lingers in this room, Fills this empty room with death & perfum, Staring out the prison bars The beautiful fire lights up hells Night sky, Wishing to be free at last blood dripping down the Walls like tears washing away my darkest fears . I cant escape my past From this The hell fire.
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26/F/Hell
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 2:59 PM UTC
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