Theirs a heaven and hell but to some theirs only one.Don't know where
i'll go just hope its not below. All i got to do if i want the consequences it go off the tower and fall straight to hell. Oh how i pray the lord has mercy on my soul, will i be an Angel and be graceful or into the Devil's games and evil deeds. Dragging dead bodies while they try to escape their fate, all those innocent people fall the to their death anyway the Devil sees fit. Knives thrown at their heart and them screaming and begging for it to end but it doesn't end till the screams turn to silence.The matches and lighters light the whole place around them and the Devil and his little ones laugh as the people run all around to stop from themselves burning alive. All their skin peels off their eyes turn orange then black as the night.Those poor poor people are slaves till they die. Thier grave will be hell nobody will miss them at all. They had to be listen and not sin like how the lord said, but thats not what they did. So now all is quite and gone since their is no more laughter or smiling in the world all you hear is the wind and rain getting rid of all the remains.God turns his head and their dead eyes will never ever see their future or the likes of anyone again. They cry when god turned his back on them they live in pain, hurt, agony oh so much agony because its over for them.They look at all the darkness around them and their hearts bleed while their soul which had so much love and care in it that you could not take away has finally been stabbed so hard that their soul dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem