When we all go to hell for the damn near same thing
I'll laugh and I'll let you know
You people wanted to be in heaven
Let this reality burn
Along with the rest of our sins
And our bodies
Meerly dust
So think of this place as a sanna
Hell,
We've all deserved some kind of punishement.
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Condemning Conspiracy
PoetryCensure the scheme of those who know not what they have done but reveal the results with a light show. Third book of the Evolution series brings the passion of poetry to life ending the series with a bow.
