Hell
You can hear the screams of the tortured as the fires howl away, here in the lava bright. Singing maidens up on the wall, and everything as black as night. Here in the fire the Devil and Death laugh together as the evil goes on. And in the corner sits a scared little boy hoping this night will be gone. Blood runs through as rivers washing up onto your feet. You can only hope and pray as the dead wash away, in the time it takes for your defeat. As the line draws shorter you begin to wonder what sins that you have to pay. And your skin light up the river of fire as it catches flames and heat. Your tongue begging for water as the hot rock scalds your feet. The demons push you into the water as you wish you had something to eat. Again with the laughter from Devil and Death as they listen to the same old song. The chorus of death and the screams from the fire as it will all soon be over as they all end up dead and gone. Lets not make this one night last forever, and in turn its all we'll be till were all gone.
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