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Looking up at the sky,
waiting for my chance to die.
My burninng flesh is boiling now,
seeking escape from here somehow.
The torture does not bring me joy,
I play with death like it's a toy.
"Go TO HELL!" they may say,
that is no place you'd want to stay.
You will never comprehend,
that hell will never have an end.
and you may condemn them to go but,
Do not wish for what you don't know.
- by King of Trash |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/19/2010 |
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- Title: Condemned
- Artist: King of Trash
- Description: people don't understand how horrible hell is. They constantly tell people to 'go to hell' but do they really know what they say? Hell is not what hollywood makes it out to be. It is the most gruesome nightmare anyperson can have. It is that horrible feeling that you have when you wake up with sweat dripping down your face. Hell is Hell.
- Date: 04/19/2010
- Tags: condemned
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Comments (4 Comments)
- lollipopsy - 05/04/2012
- Okay. Line 9 has one syllable too many. Last stanza goes off, rhythm-wise. Spelling and grammar. 3'd.
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- King of Trash - 05/10/2010
- I'm glad you understand.
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- KC_ Krazy - 05/09/2010
- I love this poem it makes me really think.
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- ii_GlORiA - 05/05/2010
- I understand what you mean.
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