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Hell Bound

Take hold my weathered hand
For they mock me, they taunt me
As they reach for my feet to my thighs
They scar me with their teeth
They pull out of me a hideous scream
 
Hold tight to my weathered hand
For I am slipping out of thou grasp
As I look underneath me no end do I see
All that is in my sight is red, orange, blue and white
 
Looking up only to find mine own eyes
Staring straight  back into mine
He lied to me, cheated me, deceived me
With his promises of riches and fame
For I should have never fallen to his feet
 
The pain, the lies as I cheated and deceived
Whom I should have held closest to me
Feeling mine on hand letting me go
In searing heat did I plunder
Consuming me with torment and the suffering of agony
 
Raising up my eyes do I see
A fair maiden holding something desperately do I need
What I would give for a trickle a drop
Onto the burning of my tongue
 
Yet my words never did she hear
Only could I see their joy as they were knelt down
Down at his wonders feet
Singing Glory, Glory unto his name
This shall it be by right unto me for all eternity

(2014)

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