hell sounds like a place to be right now
were the smell of fleash is oh so fowl
were the buring state of life may die
among the many they will cry
they cry out to a god that left them for dead
i would reather lose my head
but yet i say this with dread
tht hell is nicer then they belive
among the fallen angles tht i see
god gave me a gift i sight
and now i must fight
fight for a battle so bold and dear
i would reather rip off my ear
and when we die we all was cry
out to a god who doesnt care
upon this burden that we bear
this fire and this flame
i cant feel the pain
but should i
this question i all was ask
never seems to compleat this unholy task
upon which it was given to me when i was born
born from ashs and dust
blood and lust
evil i came
evil i left
evil is better good
but yet they fill us with lies
and fake truths
becuse hell is nice then me
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