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Hell
Hell
October 13, 2007
Hell is singing…Can you not hear it, the chorus of cold tormented souls
Ah…so intoxicating the roar of spite, evil, carnage and death.
Hell is singing
Here on earth within every bullet blown from its casing.
Hell
In every anguished cry that ends with a dying breath.
Hell
In the bomb blast and the panic stricken faces of the civilians running in fear.
Hell
In the noise of the ambulance bells
Hell
In the buzzing of flies that feast on a rotting corpse.
Hell is singing
There is no peace as life struggles and pain reigns.
Hell is singing
I am fixated on the darkness and the souls that writhe within.
Hell is singing
I know you can hear it, but how would you know the difference?
Hell is singing
Does it frighten you?
Hell is singing…sing…sing…Hell…HELL is…SINGING
For all of us as we sway unknowingly to the beat…to the beast
HELL SINGS
Join the Chorus
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| It is difficult to be optimistic amidst carnage and terror... You remind us of that. Yet, if others were as oriented to these things as you are, we may not have to suffer so much. |
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Comment by: sadon - 2007-11-04 01:07
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the first thing i thought was,anything about hell would be uncomefortable and dark.
yet why do i find it strangely assuring?
a thumbs up! :) |
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