Slowly burn in a fire that we can not see. What we do not notice. Slaves of a life not ours. The chain of habits, taught. I visited hell and its a swarm of worms inside us. Ornament of our consciences. Soldiers dancing to the same music, always. Blind, we no longer feel the fire. Hell is here and now. What we do is what we deserve. youtube/watch?v=eLwbaFarESc I VISITED HELL. words by Cris Blake. music by Tommy Fake. I visited hell. I found it looks well. was right next to your home. every thought wrong. I visited hell. I got there well. In the middle of the age. it was all our own way. a hand takes. a hand returns. you dont feel nothing but the fire burns. I visited hell I want to tell time devoured by a monster Its a gift in a disaster I visited hell. I found it looks well. was right next to your side. every path drags me there. a hand takes. a hand returns. you do not feel nothing but the fire burns. I visited hell. was a soul in a shell. swarms right inside you. what can we do?
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