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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.
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
*Hell Is Home*
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.
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
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