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Aug 2013
The dungeons of hell
They beckon once again
Demons inside fighting
Howling out of rage
Terror and fear
Lie beyond the gates
No sane human
Can survive this terrible fate
Red, burning, searing flames
Waiting to engulf
Any unfortunate living thing
Inside its gaping mouth
Only the fittest, strongest ones
Will survive little more than a day
As the rest scream until the ****** end
The palpable feeling of pain
The searing heat rushes through
Ready to cleanse the soul
Of any impurities it may have picked up
In a world with no light at all
Helpless screams offer no help
In a place where the devil laughs
Hell is where no human will find
Salvation on the cross
Written by
Jonothan Lewis
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