From the depths of hell
Not all can live, except the few
Those brave enough to wonder down there
We shall let them
Will they return?
That question may never be answered.
From these pits a lot of things come from them
But what they release the most of is:
The burning fires of pain
They will burn you to a crisp and leave you to the wind
No one can leave them,
But you can pull your self to keep warm by them.
Life will never get better
For mankind don't want to change
If people were to change then the world would become better and safer.
Seeing that will never come to pass
Hell shall forever be trapped with us.
In all of us.
If you plan on living you must push against hell
To the point where it will give way to you.
Only then will you ever truly be free from it.
I will be trapped here for a long time, but those that come with me we shall see the light to this hell. I only wonder how long it will take.
Not all can live, except the few
Those brave enough to wonder down there
We shall let them
Will they return?
That question may never be answered.
From these pits a lot of things come from them
But what they release the most of is:
The burning fires of pain
They will burn you to a crisp and leave you to the wind
No one can leave them,
But you can pull your self to keep warm by them.
Life will never get better
For mankind don't want to change
If people were to change then the world would become better and safer.
Seeing that will never come to pass
Hell shall forever be trapped with us.
In all of us.
If you plan on living you must push against hell
To the point where it will give way to you.
Only then will you ever truly be free from it.
I will be trapped here for a long time, but those that come with me we shall see the light to this hell. I only wonder how long it will take.
