Your spirit in that purgatory spot
Lucifers spook you down to rot
You have no trust
In any case just
Thinking about what can safeguard you
From your broke heart and torn soul debut
Where you have no faith
As yet, hanging on a swathe
There's very little expectation
You have no speculation
Of what to do
You hear the wails below
Shouts and cries echo
Stunning to the hear the heartbreak
It makes you shudder and shake
You can't surrender to fear
On the other hand dear
You won't make it out alive
You are drifting to survive
Before the ringing of the bell
Of eternal hell
© daniel miltz
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