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The way to hell Is open and wide But there is no tell What awaits inside The blood-red fire Is a blazing burn But let me tell you, sire You have no turn The intensity of the heat Will leave you ****** and bruised So sit down in your seat For thou, you will be transfused The way to hell Is open and wide There is nothing that can outsell Your own dried eyes
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
The Way to Hell