Hell is not fire, nor brimstone,
It is not of devils and sin.
Hell is far more personal,
Too raw and real within.
Hell is a prison for tortured souls,
Constructed of flesh and of bone.
Hell is dark and deep,
The only place you're ever truly alone.
Hell is where your demons dance,
Along a wicked line.
Hell is where your agony,
Hides behind the words "I'm fine."

Hey, thank you
For bringing me out
Of that ******* void
Thank you for making me
Leave those ******* things in my life
Thank you for making me
Realize that I've my own life
Thank you for making me
Understand how important I'm
Thank you for making me
Realize that darkness is not the solution
Thank you for showing me
The beautiful side of life
Thank you for being the sunlight
That brightened my world
Thank you for holding my hand and
Bringing me out of the hell I was in

She's abandoned me to hell
I've lived here so long
She took me out for a walk
And I saw the light
I heard music and felt young.

I thought I had something to give
But I've been ****** to hell
No more looks in my direction
I can give but not receive.

Can't I get something?
I die alone every night
I would like to die for her
But she's abandoned me to hell

I've been here so long

gimME that ol’ time religion!
by michael r. burch

fiddle-dee-dum, fiddle-dee-dee,
jesus loves and understands ME!
safe in his grace, I’LL **** them to hell—
the strumpet, the harlot, the wild jezebel,
the alky, the druggie, all queers short and tall!
let them drink ashes and wormwood and gall,
’cause fiddle-dee-DUMB, fiddle-dee-WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEee . . .
jesus loves and understands
ME!

Keywords/Tags: Christianity, intolerance, hell, chosen few, love, grace, salvation, favoritism, Jesus, wormwood, gall, fire, brimstone, eternal torture

hes tall
hes much taller than me
and my mind is at war with itself
the male body is so very beautiful
i think it looks stunning
he looks ancient and stone
but not at all old
he looks like he is made fun of by his mother
and her mother
he has no mother
so much rage
i hate her
his eyes are so sad
i want him to laugh why can't he laugh
i want to be his mother
i want to be small in his arms
but i'm trapped
i'm broken alone
he's not true
i don't think hes true
so i take the form
and i love the form
equally to the other
and i cherish the other form
for it is forever etched into my mind
the taste of her body
the smell of her crown
he wears a much bigger crown
yet i want them both
and i want power
i want the crown