Welcome one, welcome many.
To the emotionally poor, and physically without a penny.
Welcome to the honest man, and welcome to the sinner. This will be my moment of gladness, and out trial for the beginner.
Bear your thoughts well, and let them sink deep. For the longer your here, the longer you shall sleep.
Your morals have no value, and there is no place to hide.
Here the brimstone boils, and for a second time shall die.
Will you pray, or will you deny.
Will you hope, or will you cry.
For today is the day your world will weep in flame.
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Abstain from the blackened sand, and remember what for what you stand.
You were for warned that this place would make you forget, but not as quickly as I had bet.
May your knees tremble and even break,
You will still stand, a give a second take.
Your soul is a chain lain for restriction,
To hold you to this place so sad, and hate stricken.
Damnation is not of fire and brimstone,
But of economy and dirt.
Hell is of trees, animals, nature and emotion.
Do not fear the waking of tomorrow or fear of hell.
For we are already here.
