The beauty of people is such that
when you are burning in hell,
screaming in agony,
begging for help with no one listening,
no one coming to your aid,
fairy tales begin to feel like imaginations
of what hell would be
if someone actually came to save you.
But when you finally carve your own way out of the fire,
you find people waiting at the entrance,
standing very close to you, smiling,
as if they never heard your pleas,
as if they would have always rushed to your aid.
But they forget , there will be hell to pay ,
Not cause no one came to help ,
Cause they acted they never heard you ,
Or else would have come to help .
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 3:03 AM UTC
The beauty of people is such that
when you are burning in hell,
screaming in agony,
begging for help with no one listening,
no one coming to your aid,
fairy tales begin to feel like imaginations
of what hell would be
if someone actually came to save you.
But when you finally carve your own way out of the fire,
you find people waiting at the entrance,
standing very close to you, smiling,
as if they never heard your pleas,
as if they would have always rushed to your aid.
But they forget , there will be hell to pay ,
Not cause no one came to help ,
Cause they acted they never heard you ,
Or else would have come to help .
