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by Paul London
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Bleak and still, this placed called hell
An eternity of blackness, this place I know well
Subdued by pain and loss of life
My fears are growing, with haste and strife

Evil creeps nearer, unleashed by him
Time is precious; I gave in on a whim
The smell, the sounds, there is no light
I fell so easily, without putting up a fight

Chained and bound, my soul runs aloof
He asked for my penance, I gave him no proof
The air so still, it weighs down hard and heavy
My blood flowing freely, like a broken levee

Broken and beaten, I take my last breath
I succumb to him, begrudging my new birth
He smiles upon me his odor so rank and foul
I scream in pain, I let loose a howl

You belong to me for eternity now
I look up to the evil lord and I give him a bow
I know now, my life is forfeit
He owns my soul, I am dead, Oh Shit!




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