Pushing open the rusted Iron Gate
..Creak, another slave to this house of tears.
It's no home though; cruel life has sealed its fate,
Now this dungeon rots in demonic fear.
I begin to climb the old stone steep steps..
..Bang! I flinch as the gate slams my raw core.
Twelve slabs, each one fortressing hells doorstep.
Before me lies deaths foreboding, dark door,
And beyond it, her words I can't evade.
Her longevity compounds my demise.
Where's the justice in sins that never fade?
Why should a *hore gain from maternal lies?
Everyday of my life her filth spits and burns,
Turning fear to hate, a poison that churns.
