Crying souls face the cold death of the devil

A Demonic soul never faces another

Hatred driven vessels awaken the hot nights of hell

Nor  Pleading nor begging will take thy self  to a better place

Tears of Rage, from the now immortal being

Crying into the darkened firey night.

Angels, God do not exist here

To the devil, and new comers... he brings little fear

For this pain, and this rage..

This is my hell

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