Visions of Hell
Burning in hell, can you smell the pain? Burning in hell, praying for rain. The devil has had his fun with me. Now my soul shall never be free. The screams of pain from down below, Go unheard in the Virgin snow. Torment and torture fill the air. Screams go unheard, God doesn't care. The anguish if the guilty is the devil's delight. Listen closely you can hear the cries in the night. Visions of hell dance in my head. There is no freedom, not even for the dead. Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 08:40 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Burning in hell, can you smell the pain?..."