by Riadh Bouassab

Created on: August 16, 2009

Its Cold In Hell

The devils home, the inferno that Dante traversed

The nine circles of hell twisted and cursed

Don't stare at the damned for your eyes shall burst

I step through hell not the last or the first

Never pledged my alignment to god, that i truly wish could be undone

I think of the other lost souls of good there is none

I see Satan's eyes with me he will have torturouse fun

I see a poor man holding the sins that weigh a ton

For the old testaments state that in good we must love

So our souls can be free as a dove

But im here with the damned as they still judge from above

Sadly it seems that this place fits me like a glove

This morose place full of blood and gore

I pass a commended woman named the devils whore

I step lightly past the apocalyptic horsemen four

Im hear because i would take and take and still need more

I'm placed in the River styx

Slowly melting and adding to the rivers unholy mix

They say a day in hell your soul it will fix

Placed before Cerberus tasting you with licks

Placing his teeth around my arm

The loss of blood is the least of my harm

Although im being torn apart i remain calm

Its not the bodily pain but the mental that causes me alarm

My bloody remains from my old i am reborn

Only to once again have my flesh torn

For i am in hell were love and mercy is lorn

The devils laugh sticks in me like a thorn

I'm self righteous and try to mentain my pride

I never thought this would be were id end up because of my suicide

The laws of the world i chose not to abide

And now im a play toy of the devil because i have died

I think this is it, either that or im blind

I feel my bodies sinew like tentacles bind

Is this the salvation i was hoping to find

I awake from my daytime nightmare, it was all in my mind

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