You wake in Hell.
The Damp, the cold,
The wet and the warmth,
They are all around you.
You are not waking.
If you woke,
This would only be a dream,
And you would not have spoke.
Disgusting,
Covered in filth,
Grime,
You have to leave.
Something keeps you cold.
Cold. Like water.
When wet. still won't see Death now We do,
Stones keeps coming colder,
Predictions are bolder,
And my Sight,
Keeps getting less clear,
Hell ain't Saint Sent,
Nor a Saint Sent Repent,
And it Ain't,
A kick in the Rear,
Hell be Becoming,
A Sweet Mother Loving,
A Lady,
Who gives birth,
Out of Fear.
You wake in Hell.
The Damp, the cold,
The wet and the warmth,
They are all around you.
You are not waking.
If you woke,
This would only be a dream,
And you would not have spoke.
Disgusting,
Covered in filth,
Grime,
You have to leave.
Something keeps you cold.
Cold. Like water.
When wet. still won't see Death now We do,
Stones keeps coming colder,
Predictions are bolder,
And my Sight,
Keeps getting less clear,
Hell ain't Saint Sent,
Nor a Saint Sent Repent,
And it Ain't,
A kick in the Rear,
Hell be Becoming,
A Sweet Mother Loving,
A Lady,
Who gives birth,
Out of Fear.
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