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Oct 2015
Haha, I rather be judged on my sins
Than fall into this place again
Whoa, I never felt so much heat coming out of fire before
I rather wish upon on the rocks and caves that I find here
Than pray to the blue sky , watch the birds sail and be ignored
****, wow, so much pain it's so revolting
Through this hole I see Earth spinning
And this creature welcomes me with rams on his head
"Welcome , to the place we call hell,
where we burn people for the lives that's been mistaken,
but I rather call it home for the people without hope because nobody comes out and many come in."

He smiles at me
Such a demonic smile
And somehow I'm SCARED
But, **** Hell IS Home.
Written by
Bridget Bethani Overton  Bowling Green, KY
(Bowling Green, KY)   
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