From here I can see Hell
I can feel the hot breath of the devil on my neck
I am in Hell
From early morning until the clock will release me
The devil’s minions manifest before me
And they mutter nonsense through their broken teeth
And as I am aware of this trickery
I am bound to play along
From early morning
Taking orders from a beast of a man
With his very existence being something I question
By the fact he plays Xmas songs on the radio
And enjoys them, sings along with them
The same titles, sung by different singers
All of which are terrible and any man caught
With these in their possession should be bound
And taken from their homes and beaten with Santa’s belt
Yes, I am in Hell everyday
I live it right now.
I deal with the absolute truth
And it is not pretty, not at all.
Like being in a madhouse there are different horrors to face
and I loathe
and curse their faces
their voices making my skin crawl from my body
they speak to me in broken sentences
and they suggest they are not human
which makes sense
because that is exactly what I think
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem