Screaming souls burn forever
Trapped within damnation
Futile attempts to escape their tombs
Forever lost in blackness
Driving need for comfort, thirst shall not be quenched
Continuous pain, excruciating
Tortured people and mangled bodies ever present
Stench overpowering
Sickening
A man, among many, lies dying
Head crushed, brains and fluid mixing
With his murky-red blood
He moans slightly, feeling nothing but pain in his last moments
No mercy within this demonic place
Within this world
You think this is hell?
Look around you
Think about it,
This is OUR world.
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