we live with hell in our head
Men wait at the bottomless well of sorrows
Talking of the last sigh of love.. As she suffered
That bad cold that made her heart freeze
As hard as stones under the water.
And of the blank eyes
that thrust on the roof
When we slept last night
Somebody hanged on
that tree.
Panting chocking and silently
Screaming.. he doesn’t want to die.
I wait you at the gate of hell.
Only that much I know the way.
Should we cry with tears or without.
Who will care..? after all
much that you have ruined here
without the furnace. still you
wanna light up our anguish.
burn it burn it
burn it down
you angry God
i don't care
see God
if you love
your imagination cannot cook up a hell
i have had enough hell here
my bloody sins are
the mistake of your time
you caused me suffer suffer
i have earned my marked
and i am tired walking after a good God
who made my men dead
who killed my children
who snatched my love
who caused me to sin
who brought the hell on me
still my heart cheats me saying that
somewhere there is a good god
i l drop you the moment
i get rid of that thought
hell with this poem
somebody please stop me writing this
much that you have ruined here
without the furnace. still you
wanna light up our anguish.
burn it burn it
burn it down
you angry God
i don't care
see God
if you love
your imagination cannot cook up a hell
i have had enough hell here
my bloody sins are
the mistake of your time
you caused me suffer suffer
i have earned my marked
and i am tired walking after a good God
who made my men dead
who killed my children
who snatched my love
who caused me to sin
who brought the hell on me
still my heart cheats me saying that
somewhere there is a good god
i l drop you the moment
i get rid of that thought
hell with this poem
somebody please stop me writing this
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